Scratching Planks

Its dead eyes open, dead eyes forward no longer reaching out

If you think the sun never shines on you, try finding warmth beneath the dirt

Eyes stitched but forever seeking, stiff fingers forever scratching planks

 

There is no god down here; no light leading forward

I hear that hell is calling; I guess im nearly there

I see no loved ones weeping; no one of my name behind

I see no god above me, calling one more lost soul home

 

Or could it be, that this is hell built for me �"

The ever conscious dead- with nowhere to go?

Is this filthy little hole where I find my end

Trying hard just to breath, watching my fingers bleed?

 

And when the flesh is gone, and all my innards too,

I shall remain here yet, entombed but still alive 

Until the day comes that everything else dies

Until the end of time…  

Reviews

[Trevor Jay Bloodworth]

Deep, involving, it's almost like you're there. Good work, I enjoyed this.

[A.J.]

thank you very much it some lyrics i had written up a few years ago.