The dead do not speak yet here we stand spitting out dull and empty words to dull heads and empty hearts. I refuse to call this monotonous pattern living. Look around and see all the dead walking among you.

now tell me
if it's
possible to
wake up
from a
nightmare
when
you
aren't even
asleep
in the
first place

i wish to kiss her wrists
just like the blades once did;
replace those scars with wisps
of hope life once forbid