nick schober

We sat in silence.
I spoke of leaving.
And from the floor, I tried to crawl away
with my arms all but succeeding.
I’ll water your grave and watch it grow
into a bed of lies you sewed in life
living long after you are gone.

All in all, we’re dust and bone
so we’ll dig our graves before we’re old enough to
lie in them.
We’ll spread our ash amongst the dirt
to soil the seed that breeds the earth
so we can live again.

So wait for me to bloom. x2

Stay.
We’re a garden fed from the blood
left in your veins
So stay with me or I’ll shrivel and dry out.

Wait for me to bloom.

Stay.
We’re a garden fed from the blood
left in your veins
So stay with me or I’ll shrivel and dry out.

Stay.Stay. Stay.