death becomes us

Let me, here, show you my friend,

That you are all but dead

That you’ve died deaths too many to count,

That you will again.

 

Death when you walk,

Death when you talk,

Death when you sing,

When you decide to wear that ring.

Death when you’re sad,

Death when you’re mad,

Death when you’re glad.

 

Finished living the last year?

Finished living the last month?

The last week, the last day,

The last hour, the last minute?

 

Doesn’t death mean having finished living?

Meaning you’ve died every nano-second you’ve lived.

Amongst the walking dead, it seems we are,

Until are bodies are abandoned

Not forgetting, we are alive.

 

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[alyssa]

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