guard the grave through the dark days the light nights in my hand: a shovel, ready for the memories digging their way up think they still have a heartbeat
down in the soil I sleep better I now get to in my own bed "do you remember?" an echo whispers "how you used to gaze the glow-in-the-dark stars not dreading the dream but looking for a wish"
there's a reverberate the sky framed with dirt laughs with every distant sun behind my back i lie with myself in the cold deep earth i lie with myself up there ready with: the shovel the guilt
and the glow-in-the-dark stars warned me, I think of how our lips turned blue years ago that it's me I'm burying over and over again it's me who is dead
but I'm warm I'm good I lie with myself