poetry book because i tend to write things like this

(trigger warning) coffins and roses

I.

when the road disappeared under my feet
and my shoes rubbed against my heels
and my breath shook
and i got lost in my thoughts
and never did i see
that cars headlights
ramming into my skull
and now i am dead
with blood drying on my teeth
and fingernails ripped off
and my nose smashed into tiny pieces
is death art?
mine was.

II.

my corpse has been sobbed over
my wounds are scabbed over
my heart has stopped over
and they want me a funeral
with a clean coffin
but they think i will go to heaven
i wont
i just await peace and quiet
no running

III.

the funeral was boring to me
they said they missed me
but they earlier thought that i was better off dead
before seeing those headlights
and my bloody body
stop mourning
i am now gone and you will be fine