A cold pale version of a man
Once held dear. Now lays unresponsive
To the cries of his children. An entire
Ceremony dedicated to a passing and still
It hadn't set in that he's dead, vessel damned
6 feet below the earth. And then the reality dawns
He got what he deserved or is that just words spoken
To bury a ghost of the past in order to look forward to a future.
Now the reaper stands over another loved one
Mocking with visions of a lifeless lover.
Her beautiful eyes shut, no matter the effort
Her lips won't move again, her hands won't explore
Her body a host to warmth and affection no more
Instead she is filled with regret, words never said
Romantic gestures and a future never fulfilled
If death taunts everyone you love
why bother loving anyone?
If the one you love can't be held forever
why bother holding each other at all?
If a casket is meant to carry you to the next life
Burn my body so I can roam free
with a soul that completes my own
- 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊, 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒊𝒆
