Grave Digger

 You lurk in the shadows,

Of the nearest graveyard-

Inhibitions lost,

And mind playing my words on repeat.

Words that you have tried to decipher,

Yet can only clumsily put the pieces together,

Like a toddler fumbling with blocks.

Your lack of self-control is unmatched,

As you spiral at the sight of me,

At the sound of my name,

At the thought of who you've made me to be in your head-

But darling, you are clueless.

You search for a grave with my name etched in stone,

Efforts for minutes, hours, days and weeks-

Yet, you can't find my bones-

So you get down on your hands and knees,

Clawing at the dirt, and screaming at oak trees,

Asking yourself "How could this be me?"

Well, let me tell you babe-

It's your failed fantasy.

You see the mind is a powerful thing,

And yours seems to have lost its way-

An obsession you can't seem to break,

But it breaks you, as you chip away

At your own damn heart.

A cold heart at that,

I've heard the stories-

The sadness,

You did all of that. 

Your hands are covered in dirt,

Nails bleeding at the beds-

Scrapes on your knees, 

Trouble catching your breath.

And just when you thought,

You had nothing left-

A shovel is handed to you from over your head-

Your smile creeps up,

Your evil sets in-

"I'll bury this bitch"

Your sick urge to win.

So you grab the handle and slowly stand up-

Start to dig,

Not giving a fuck,

About who handed you this shovel,

You couldn't care less-

So you dig and you dig,

Until there's a seven foot depth-

A sweat on your brow, 

You're proud of yourself,

For digging this hole-

 and dancing in hell

Then comes the moment you finally see,

I handed you the shovel,

All along, it was me. 

Blood drains from your face,

Words escape from your lips-

You look down once more,

And see the headstone just sits

Above the grave you just dug,

And spelled out in grey-

Your name clearly there-

You try wiping away.

But babe, I hate to break it to you-

It's all set in stone.

Our destiny's made, 

From stardust and bones-

When we meddle with ill intention,

It comes back tenfold.

So you dug your own grave,

I helped you bury your bones.