I could feel the powder on your skin
The absence of your soul
And the lack of life in your existence
You looked like a doll of wax
Posed and examined by strangers who barely cared
Placed in your casket by unforgiving hands
I shan't forget the juice stain across the front of your hat
The spot of blood on the back
Or even the clip you attached all those years ago
I'll return to you someday in the future
And when we touch, I won't allow your skin to seem fake for even a second
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
I could feel the powder on your skin
The absence of your soul
And the lack of life in your existence
You looked like a doll of wax
Posed and examined by strangers who barely cared
Placed in your casket by unforgiving hands
I shan't forget the juice stain across the front of your hat
The spot of blood on the back
Or even the clip you attached all those years ago
I'll return to you someday in the future
And when we touch, I won't allow your skin to seem fake for even a second
They'll never know that I felt your lifeless skin