A glance that led to the infinite digging of my own grave. A step that elevated towards my thoughts, penetrated through my heart, and gently walked me through the garden of eden where I ate the forbidden fruit, and indulged in sweet illusions of its mesmerizing watery, thirst quenching taste.

Starring towards the windows of his eyes, I tripped and fell in my own coffin alive. I stood naked towards this man because he made me believe true love lays between my legs... I revealed as much flesh as possible because thats the only time he could see beauty in me... I stood naked in front of this man as I dug my own grave....

Watching him sitting by the balcony puffing up his cigarette as the ashes fell down I felt like it was my own soul fading away....I knew I was giving too much, I was slowing digging my grave cause I kept silence as he forced down my pants.

I wishes I could pack my bags and go home but I had rejected the womb that carried me because I didn’t listen when they warned me about him. I dug my own grave and now I live in the shadows of my death. I live in my own coffin alive, where Peace is but a word, I rest in agony, I rest in distress, I rest not in peace.

I live in my coffin in silence, with no1 to rescue me or hear my voice... I dug my own grave alive.