You are the grave maker

Soul shaker

Burger of hopes and dreams

Extinguisher of light’s bright beams

You went off with the other bold

Before my grace was cold

She pushed me in

As you dug it out in sin

Treachery in low places

A man with no spaces

In his heart for the good

Only robbing graves for food

Sex food 

Love rust

Soil maker

Worm shaker….