you took the low road,
the easy road,
the road that led to nowhere
and left us all behind
to pine and whine about
the unfair loss of selfish endeavors...
sliced yourself
with kitchen knives
and finished off with
narcotic surprise
so eyes could close upon
your personal hell that
could not be righted
in your mind...
no matter how much
we said we would hold you up
and dismiss the bold attempts
to hide the skulls buried deep
in your backyard
among the hard roots of the
dogwood and cypress
you failed to supress
and regressed to become
one of those bones...
you can never go home
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