Breathe, Before the Dirt Takes You

“Breathe. Don’t give your life to the grave before its time. The earth already has enough bones. Your fire still burns. So breathe… before the dirt takes you.”

The ground is waiting, it always will, The reaper lingers, the night is still. But every breath’s a vow, a fight, A spark that cuts through endless night.

Breathe, before the dirt takes you, Stand tall where the shadows call. The dead are gone, they can’t undo, The fire in you still burns through it all. Breathe, before the dirt takes you.

I’ve seen men lay their souls in stone, Buried alive, though not alone. But ghosts don’t ask for one more bed, They ask the living to walk instead.

Breathe, before the dirt takes you, Let the night know you won’t fall. Carry the names that rode with you, But don’t surrender, don’t give it all. Breathe, before the dirt takes you.

“Keep riding. Keep breathing. The grave can wait.”

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