Post-Mortem

An interesting poem I found lying around in my notes, occasionally I lose a poem or never post it. I was really sick physically at the time, so I wrote an equally sick poem. Enjoy!

A light green blanket lies beneath me, belief of briefly living freely

 

The sky is wide like an ocean of clouds and stars above my head

 

Shattered silver threads of worlds of dread

 

A place of endless discovery I don't know where I'll end up when I'm dead

 

Buried in the dirt, like hurt up to my head I'm mouldy bread

 

Gone without knowing repentance, or what I could have said, force-fed my sentence, time for bed

 

The devil couldn't accept me, I bring misery to the deathly hell with every yell

 

You can smell my pain in the air, crawling like maggots in your hair, thick like fresh blood

 

Fear sticks to your skin like cold mud, sweats out your pores like cold sores

 

My sadness tastes like chocolate marshmallow s'mores made of crushed beer cans, worms, and rotten apple cores

 

The devil didn't like the s**t I brang to the picnic, called me a sick b***h and rang up Jesus Christ

 

He was quite alright with being my roommate, no hate, no need to fight

 

He lost sight of what might not be alright in my head, and bleed me of my sins

 

I lost my meds and other things, while I bled out malt vinegar and hairspray

 

I got away before he could baptize me in salt, ketchup and shampoo, I do not like baths

 

I found the two halves of my mind, did the math, glued them back together and returned to my remains

 

Forever a slave to my body I lay there in my grave, can't shave but all corpses are unkept, they're unwanted below the neck, unless you’re into that

 

Somebody in a blue Bugatti came and saw me and said I overslept

 

He wasn't quite correct I'd been awake all night, a slight mistake, I had an erection, I'm post-mortem

 

I sort em into the bin of the most interesting and embarrassing things to happen seen death

 

But I didn't hate the company, living underground is boredom, I needed someone for me to talk to

 

Been a while since I committed suicide in the mental ward zoo

 

So he brought me on a spaceship with a wonderful view

 

He wanted a relationship, took me to his room, I'm like your into dead people dude?

 

You do you, preferably not me, don't know what you see but I've been dead for 4 years

 

Then zoom, boom, up into the air, engines burning up rocket full like they just don't care

 

There are so many existences I could experience, so many places I could go

 

I could be floating rotting in space above Jupiter really slow

 

When a frozen comet hits me hard like Canadian snow

 

Knocked into the depths of space, where no race has gone before

 

score one for deadkind, that would be hardcore

 

I woke up in confusion, entranced by the illusion

 

But I realized it was just a bad dream, relief, perfection

 

And.....

 

And, of course, an erection

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.