Self Harm ➳ NightTime [Poetry]

After Death

Death set
And here we go..

Lying in this coffin woven by your Faith
Which lied in the people, that lied to your face
Carried by the people who led you to bleed, and so does the irony speaks.

It seems you've now been put down
For a thousandth and fourth time
But you can't help but grin
That this would be the last time that you'd ever be.

Everything was supposed to leave when you leave
Th-then
Why's the misery not leaving me alone
What does it want from me,
I'm gone!
Why do these things' (metaphor for people) care for me when I'm gone?

Can you hear me?
Cause no one ever does.

Things that you could've said
The words that you could've heard
The 'could remains the same as it Was before the moment of your demise came
But now it would remain to your grave

Until you fade to some places far away

You faded to some places, far away..