Life After Death

everyone makes mistakes. but are they always mistakes?

ive made myself as ugly,

as all those years and people

left me feeling.

and now im trapped like this forever.

inside a protective barrier

of scar tissue and dry wit

maybe all i ever wanted,

was to be left utterly alone

and to my own demises

the price of involvement

to much to pay,

as i havent much of myself left to give.

and theyll need it all.