Mental hospital doors swing open
The strap you down and feed you pills
Doctor labels your forehead BI POLAR
Admin sends your family all the bills
You get released during a pandemic
No follow up care ignites all your fears
You continue to write down your bible
You’ve been writing all these years
Writings of your own justified suicide
How your holy ways are the sacrifice
You claim visions of the past and future
You hear voices in the middle of the night  

You take your fathers gun

and drive away

Never to return home again...

Your sister who lives so far away
Never got to see you after your stay
Never got the chance to say goodbye
Now she sits on your bed and cries

Your sister finds your suicide notes
Filled with angry and feverish haste

Your sister buries you with so much respect

& she buries you with so much grace...

He had a wave of superiority
Could not feel true synchronicity

Grew a false sense of understanding
Fell from above with no soft landing

Sacrificed himself like Christ almighty
Schizophrenia and THC felt so inviting...

Now Anubis must lay him to rest
Was it Pluto who really knew best?

I see your gaze in the eyes of the deceased. They cry my tears at the burials. I touch your face every time I embalm. I smooth your clothes every time I dress bodies. You are my reason.You engulf my practice. You have etched your face onto every urn and every casket.

Reminders of you fill my everyday.

A dark shadow cascades against the contrast of the walls. A silhouette of a dog on its hind legs looms the darkness. This presence fools those into thinking the consumption of death is a horror.  

This being steps toward those grasping for life with their last breath. A cool sensation starts engulfing the feeling of consciousness. A sense of understanding fills the crisp air of the room.

Why are we fooled by the fear, and not consumed by the genuine nature of protection and peace?

A new case through the prep room doors
On my table ready to be embalmed
A lifetime of hardships and promises
Now forgotten who’s right and been wronged

A new case on my prep room table
Ages have ranged from youth to so old
A lifetime of hardships and promises
Their story shall not go untold

My forceps, my scalpel, my chemicals
Pumped arteries as I drain their blood
A lifetime of hardships and promises
I embalm the oh so beloved...