I've always thought in death perhaps you would understand me more
To ravage through the deep crevices of my mind like never before
Would you then understand the meaning of each handwritten lyric and thought?
The emotions, the feelings, the pain, would my life then be for nought?
Alive, not a soul had the desire to understand or acknowledge
The darkness that bonds my memories together like an ill-fated college
Faceless bodies that are doomed to see what they want to see
Unable to look through the surface to the hidden murky waters and debris
Post-mortem my inner soul is then torn and dissected
A bloody mass splattered across the cold table reveals all that was neglected
Is there meaning in understanding my heart after death?
Was I ever alive at all, or was I dead until my last breath?
The version of my body lying cold and still on table
Unable to lie, mask, or deceive, is that my purest form or a fable?
Without anyone to recognise my torment, did it ever really exist?
Alone after death, with no one to understand, these dark feelings will cease to persist
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Celestial Poetry
PoetryTW: dark themes || A collection of poems from my journal "Midnight Musings & Nightly Nonsense" that explore my inner thoughts and feelings towards life, humanity, and emotions. These poems are raw, honest and straight from my heart. Each poem is a d...
