Six feet further from God, six feet closer to hell
My heart is a hole
My mind is a tomb where no flowers grow
Bury me vertically with my head exposed
So the world can see me decompose
I’ve stared into your eyes every night since the last time we spoke. It’ll be no different. I’ll be crushed with the reminder of my failure. Again and again. It hasn’t left my mind. All I see is that bastard in me.
I’m proud of who you are. I’m proud of who you’re becoming, and not because I had a hand in it. It was a honor to be with you. I hope you reach the heights you deserve, and further.