buried in a place I place them
give me sustenance
and vanquish the morbid bellow.
Shall I invest in
time, that beckons me move
or wallow in such blissful chambers?
My meaning innocent
my place is a calm that I call upon
in my moments of solace
where I set things upon a throne.
Such places are not
dark places that debilitate,
rather they are
treasures buried to resuscitate.
That drives me beyond
the capacity I have for my sins.
I loathe the sight of myself
so I bury the remedy under my skin.