“Here’s the directions.”
Off the coast of Death,
Turn right on Hell
Boulevard .
You’ll find me.
My body lies dried,
Salty,
Dead.
I drown my way to life.
Only dead to the world.
I’m waiting for someone to
Come pick my tattered body
Off the ground
And bring me back to life.
The directions are here,
The directions that you
Need to find my bloodied,
Murdered body:
Drive down the freeway
At speeds of infinite.
On the wrong side of the rode,
Crash into a semi- truck.
Then ignore the light,
Drive straight through purgatory.
Make a left on Dead Beats drive.
Take that road to Death Dakota.
Follow the coast of Death,
Then make a right on Hell Boulevard .
It’s easy to find me,
You just have to be willing.
I tried to get into Heaven,
But I bothered God
With my cries so he cast me
Here.
Wherever this place is that
Has directions.
Not really sure where it is.
I just know that
I’m here for sad reasons and
That no one wants me,
Or cares to
Find me.
I’m dead,
So dead.
My body is just dust and
Debris now.
Nothing more.
I have no heart,
Not anymore.
I have no life.
Not anymore.
I have no love.
Never had the chance.
So it’s a right on Hell
Boulevard ,
Maybe you’ll come get me.
.Alyss.
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