Digging My Own Grave

I dug my own grave eight years ago

But I never fully climbed in

I rolled the dice with the god of death

But I knew I would never win

I gathered the flowers with each passing year

Pledging to take my own life

Hades laughed when I knocked on his door

He wouldn’t give me the knife

The roses wept when nightfall arrived

The darkness freezing each thorn

The leaves grew stiff and the petals grew cold

Until my death, they would mourn

I shattered the ground and sank in the soil

Breaking under its weight

Try as I may, my heart persevered

I couldn’t choose my own fate

The goddess of love looked down upon me

She couldn’t find my soul

I bid her goodbye and refused her mercy

Every gift came with a toll

I dug my own grave eight years ago

Now I simply need to climb in

I pray to my God to halt my heart

Life is a game I’ll never win

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