Being alone in the cold & dark feels
Like being dead in your own coffin.
Isolated in the ground.
Beneath the earth.
The cemetery death surrounds.
Nothing alive is found.
If I had a choice not to see, hear, or speak.
I would choose not to speak.
Because I have to see & hear.
It would feel like I'm dead I fear.
I want friends with me who are near.
I want to feel alive with the living.
Not invisible as a ghost.
No one is seeing or hearing.
To be naked would people even notice?
I do not want to fade.
My life what it is, is what I made.
In this hellish place I stayed.
Not to disappear but to remain.
Enter the way I came.
Sleep next to me during the thunder.
Embrace me in a peaceful slumber.
Kiss me in the dark.
Hold hands with me walking through the park.
Love me daily.
Remember me lately?
You are just a memory.
A vision I want to keep.
Do not leave my side.
Or I may weep.
You shy away to hide.