Found more than the bones which make me me.
Old, not worn or currently moving,
Folded under this tree.
You’ve become the bones on which dogs breathe.
Gold brought scorn. Your currency fleeted
And you are still not free.
Shaking bones beneath.
Dig, surmount, release.
Watching demons breathe.
Don’t let memories be the best times you ever had.
Today I left me and I was complete.
A hassle, your humble left out at sea.
Blew your horn. Go on living, bleed it.
There’s nothing left to see.
Your castle, it crumbled. Swallowed by fleas,
You got warned. No forgiving needed.
What are you gonna be?
I left me and I was complete.
this is your life chuck johnson 