Funeral Flowers
The world's in an apocalypse
And people are dying
By greed of sinful of souls
Life taken away hastily
This is the end of the show
Of life's showcase
Curtains are closing
Death comes to fetch
She who shakes in fear
Or he, who hides his tear
Everybody is afraid of the ending
Everbody's scared to leave
But as we slowly die
Before we vanish into ashes
Would you stay by my side,
As we watch the final catastrophe?
Let's not tremble and rattle
Sit and drink a cup of tea
While everybody's desperate
To keep that heart beat
Ours ended-
A long time ago
Let's cherish the rest of the grains
Falling away are the sand of time
We need not to worry
Together, we cross the afterlife
Our dreams have gone
My best bed
Is the comfort of that coffin
To lay in hardwood,
And cease-
Forever
Even if we die
Atleast I knew-
That onced we smiled
Once we lived.
#
YOU ARE READING
The Passionate Corpse
PoetryCorpses are gross, dirty and foul-smelling. At times, they're scary to look at. But curiousity enthralls upon something unpleasant. Amidst the ugliness, it satisfies the dark part of our soul-not meant to be human. Something about it is unnatural...
