lost in a graveyard
found six feet under
it was never meant to end this way
or maybe it was
maybe i choose to ignore the signs on the road
the endless yelling of choosing poorly
but right now was meant for the hollow
a cross of a god that was never my god
a cross for the forsaken or the loved
holds the seal tight
i would challenge him but
he is a god so that seems dumb-
against his wishes i will rise;
turn my hands into shovels and rise
the bottom could never hold a spirit like mine
a heart with everything still to give
stories left to be told
work still to be done
and
the last season of game of thrones
still to be watched
