I Buried Myself Today

Over the river and through the wood
A pair of dead bodies lay where they shouldn’t
Be seen or be heard beneath mountains of dirt
I buried myself today
Will anyone notice that I’m not me?
I’m not the me that I used to be
I’ve stolen an everyday life for myself
And I left all my troubles in Cronenberg hell
Old. I feel so old
Like a million years have rolled into one little lie
Did I die?
Through the haze of mundane expectations
The motions of life and these plastic sensations
As I pretend to be this me, I am terrified
Thoughts keep rewinding a turn of the screw
Bodies left broken and spines snapped in two
Cold. I feel so cold
How sure am I that I won’t just be
Replaced by opportunistic me?
I might be losing my mind