I've got dirt in my nails.
But I keep digging.
My body aches, my muscles flinch.
But I keep digging.
Deeper, and deeper, I'm tired.
But I keep digging...

So many thoughts running around.
The pace quickens and
I keep digging.
My hands are bleeding,
Staining the shovel red.
I keep digging.

I feel like passing out,
But I am not done yet.
So much dirt, so much pain.
And I keep digging.
Slower now and with hardly a breath.
I am heaving now, coughing,
I can't feel my chest.
And I keep digging.

Just a few more shovels full...
Using all of my strength now.
My eyes dim, my soul fades...
My heart starts to flicker.
A flashback...of you above me.
Looking down satisfied with
Everything you see...about me.
Helpless, hopeless, and you watched.
As I frantically dug my own grave.
And died right before your eyes.

Then you grabbed that blood stained shovel.
And you covered me with all the dirt
That I worked so hard to remove...
You made me eat, breathe, and sleep
With the very thing that killed me.

There is nothing like
Making love
To your worst enemy...
For all
Of eternity.

And I rest in pieces.