Lazarus

Don’t dig me up!

I’ve resigned myself to the inevitable and I just don’t give a fuck. I have heavy blood. I’m sorry the fighting ended, but glad that the struggle is over. I’m going to lie here and die by degrees – unnoticed and unloved. My sheets carry the aroma of soured dreams, and my head is full of snakes.

Why can’t I just breathe? Open up to the possibility of resurrection?  Get myself a shovel and dig. I could leave this place and never look back. I could start again in a new town, with a new identity.

The worst things in life are free, and misery abhors company, but you are never alone with your memories.   I’m a puppet to my memories. I peer dimly into my empire of dust, and I don’t care – I’m going nowhere – I’m in too deep now to ever resuscitate.