The Ground That Made You

Its fine to sink beneath the ground that made you

despite all your fear of loss of control

when the demon that tainted your Scarlett burning

into a dimming grey

turned out to be the electric wires of your brain

corrupted when everything went wrong

lines may be rehearsed to perfection

you may spit them out with every

ounce of every gram of every pound of your soul

but you lost it looking for a new chapter

and from picking up leaves on your way home