Digging my own shallow
grave
Digging a grave alone
Dig, dig, dig, dig,
dig, dig, digging
On my own
There’s nothing left to save
When sex replaces love
It places ev’ry fall from grace
A smile falls from a face
Smiles and tearstains
Leave their trace
Digging my own shallow
grave
Digging a grave alone
Dig, dig, dig, dig,
dig, dig, digging
On my own
A woman smiles, a woman hurts
She can’t trust love, it’s alike
The English weather, ever
Changeable, never constant
Crowding vowels
And dropping consonants
Partisan a verb…
The doing of the rain
The killing of the pain
The taking of the shame…
(The doing of the rain)
Digging a grave alone
Dig, dig, dig, dig,
dig, dig, digging
On my own
There’s nothing left to save
When sex replaces love
It places ev’ry fall from grace
A smile falls from a face
Smiles and tearstains
Leave their trace
Smiles and tearstains on a face
Leave their trace…
Digging my own shallow
grave
Digging a grave alone
Dig, dig, dig, dig,
dig, dig, digging
On my own…
© Martin Slidel 2018
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