A downward spiral came It brought me to my grave The endless thoughts of wickedness, I even star ted to decay. My loved ones tried to blame That darkness in ur veins But I really wouldnt want to see All The pain it brought to me. I wanted to believe , Ur eyes & all ur lies But eyes they do get blind, from all those butterflies They made it seem okay, my heart was on the line, & even when The skies were blue, i was still left in the grey. I had my butterflies, but could not escape that grave. Their wings were stuck in the clustered dampness, of my wailing & my pain. It got so dark down there. In that endless tunneled grave. I thought id bring you up with me, but you excavated it all for me. You loved me in those sombre nights. You left me in the dull black light. Or did you think id be okay? The denseness in that grave remained. I Couldnt see the light of day. I start to pray, and see my veins, and realize they are just the same. But in all the darkness, there was always a difference , A difference between you and me, I saw my grave, and tried to lay, but it didn’t sit as well with me. I looked to my body, and from decay, I chose to live another day. Death & the Ego Grave , Inka Italy with @beyondthepinesmagazin • video by @jbxcreative