Monday made a mortician out of me
Disinfecting the heavy body
The one I wore like a burden
Skin discolored
That I made presentable
With chemicals that once burned
But the corpse cannot be damaged
The vessel inhabitable for pain
So I took the body
The one lacking soul
And made it look undead
Something realistic enough
A body half-alive
Hiding behind cosmetics
With death behind the eyes
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For a Moment ║ Poetry
PoetryJust a collection of poems that come from the soul. May they help you in this crazy life.
