Still Digging
I’m already buried
chewing through dirt
a mixture of mistakes
regret and hot blood
getting lower
forward momentum is
an urban legend
poison labeled medicine
look me in my face
see a blindfolded pawn
carrying himself to the drain
thrown out
like a broken shovel
spinning
stomach sick from the motion
I’m not the one who decides
all illusion
no shine
an invisible king pulling the strings
the only path left goes down