#teendeath
It's as easy as, 1, 2, 3.
Understandable as A, B, C.
Undesirable as, Don't Take Me.
A simple ditty,
So listen, Kiddie,
There's no singing in the grave.
No foot tapping, finger snapping,
Lip smacking music where you're going;
But don't be in a hurry to get going
To a place where you're a gonner.
You won't be chatting with a Brahma,
Discussing laws with ancient Moses,
There's no sitting Buddha posing,
You ain't in blissful Nirvana.
You'd be in heaven in Havana.
There aren't virgins waiting;
No loaves and fishes baking;
No bells ringing,
No Mecca wailing,
No roads paved with gold.
I miss those stories I was sold.
Whatever it is that ails you...
Whatever it is that ails you...
Whatever it is that ails you...
Was it us who failed you?
Stay a while, don't leave yet,
You'll find nothing you expect,
But you won't remember,
And you won't forget.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Someone else is saying goodbye,
Their last breath slipping out of the grasp
of pale petal lips.
Someone else is at the ledge,
Taking one last step into the abyss
to enter eternal nightfall.
Someone else is wearing the rope,
Preparing to leap and swing
back and forth, back and forth.
Someone else is holding the blade,
Sliding it into soft, soft skin
to create a chasm.
Someone else has said goodbye,
Lost their last breath
to remember who they love.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC