Would you appreciate me after I'm dead,
Justify my wrongs, the one's you humiliated me for after I'm dead
Love me like I love you now, but like you've never done before after I'm dead.
Is a cut on my wrist or a jump off a cliff all that you need to finally care?
Will your hate go astray and the ray of hope find way into your sad existence only after I'm dead?
Will humans be more than rats you can trample on and emotions more than the dark drugs you sniff after I'm dead?
Because I will lay my life , it will make me less miserable than your doleful company.
I will die if I must, but first I must live.
Justice the world demands, and my soul shan't rest in peace
as long as this world is polluted by the air you breathe..
Cleanse you if must, kill you maybe too
The world wants absolution for having bred sinners like you
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DEAD FEELINGS
PoesiaPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
