Frozen flesh, turned into stone
Drained of blood.
Yeah that's my heart
So pale and gray
And cold, placed in an ice tray.
Still as the mountain
Silent as time.
And here it is.My crime.
My scars and bruises,
The thorns and roses
All surprised
To see me alive
Am I not supposed to die?
The waves say they saw me drown
The dust says it saw me choked
The earth waits there. You see?
Wants to bury me
This time it won't let me flee.
The violet dusk
Halts my walk.
Why pretend to live?
Asks the rock -
I stumbled upon.
"Lay there, Stiff & shy."
Says a vulture and bids good bye.
It's night
Eyes wide open
Is this how we feel when dead?
Or am I alive?
The owl hoots
Barks the wolf
From a mile.
It asks me to go home
And fake another smile.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Frozen flesh, turned into stone
Drained of blood.
Yeah that's my heart
So pale and gray
And cold, placed in an ice tray.
Still as the mountain
Silent as time.
And here it is.My crime.
My scars and bruises,
The thorns and roses
All surprised
To see me alive
Am I not supposed to die?
The waves say they saw me drown
The dust says it saw me choked
The earth waits there. You see?
Wants to bury me
This time it won't let me flee.
The violet dusk
Halts my walk.
Why pretend to live?
Asks the rock -
I stumbled upon.
"Lay there, Stiff & shy."
Says a vulture and bids good bye.
It's night
Eyes wide open
Is this how we feel when dead?
Or am I alive?
The owl hoots
Barks the wolf
From a mile.
It asks me to go home
And fake another smile.
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