We Have Mourned Weightless Corpses

What does it mean to be dead? If you found out that all this time, you were dead, what would you do?

They never told me

that I am dead.

All they said

was that I have changed.

This body that I

have to carry

is weightless

and I'm bound to it in chains.

And they never told me

the consequence

of being dead.

Everyone here faced death alone.

I was a suicide.

There are many

different ways

to die that are horrible.

The murdered ones

enforce justice

amongst the wrongful.

There are demons

on earth and in

this so-called heaven.

They kill because they miss life.

They are vengeful

and blood lust

as a way to cope

with their own funeral marches.

I am a ghost

-this I know

but my death

was too quick to judge me,

so I am here

an extra

with no compass

to guide my spirit back home.

I pluck piano keys

and sing alone

to please the haunt

but I still can't remember why

and perhaps

for my sake

I shouldn't.

Many are scared

to move on

but here

there is no other side to see.

Once we are 

inevitably gone

we are free

and none of that matters to me.

We can see them

but they can't see

this so-called heaven,

so we live and pretend that we,

the ghosts,

the dead,

the forgotten,

are still very much breathing

and alive.

We are too scared

to face reality

for we knew

the ones who decided to be gone.

We have mourned

weightless corpses

because we forgot

what is means

to be dead.

Author's Note

Just something to think about. What do you think happens when you die?