No one knows where I lie.
Or that I have even been buried.
Or even that I died.
But did I ever really live?
I don't know.
I was never given a chance at anything.
Judged to be a threat.
Or judged to be lacking skills.
I was always torn wide open.
Letting caustic tears flow free.
But no one ever saw what their careless
words did or what damage was caused.
Not that it mattered.
I was already battered, beat and broken.
No more damage an be caused to what is
What is already dead cannot be killed again.
But a scar does not mean healing.
A scar can always be torn open again.
Wounding once more.
With the possibility of infection ever present.
So I guess it can be said you can re-damaged
and be re-killed after all.
Everything keeps going around.
Where it will stop I know not.
Just that where and when do exist.
And it's not a question of if.
I died a long time ago before I even lived.
So, here I live, ever tomb sweet tomb.
SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(14/02/2013)