A search of Justice
in righteous anger
futile
in the simple existence
of the unbecoming
Death strips us of
our quirks
our thoughts
our selves
Even as we breathe
still, undead
It was polite
unbearably so
to give and take
your breathe from you
It turned
body into corpse
grief from perseverance
stillness from movement
Memory from reality
I still hear you
but you're fading
fast
Though your essence
will stay intact
No more body
nor memory
It still lives
in us
Your memory tastes bitter, which I never wanted
I wanted it to stay warm