Rumors are right

The rumor is right

I died last year

I was put in a comma in the middle of the street

It was close to midnight, a street light flickered out of existence and so was I

Nobody caught me

No one will catch you when you fall

The gaunt-faced monster waits for us all, at some point in our lives

It is about whether you have the courage to kill it or not

Even if you do, life has a tendency to send poisonous flowers your way

Snakes disguised as rabbits,

You'll never know when you fall, and you'll never know when you die

But if you look back on it, you see how the dots somehow all connected perfectly

You are supposed to fall 

You are supposed to die 

Your downfalls are sewed and stitched perfectly

Piece by piece

Snip by snip

So what was once bland clothing, becomes designer

The last thing I saw when I died were seraphic white flakes

I watched as they multiplied and rested on my face

I knew, in that moment, things would be different

That I'd see things differently

That I'd be transported in another realm against my will

All I can see is the darkness

And all I can hear is a muffled sound

But what I feel is different

My soul is being divided in two

In three, then four

I don't know who I am anymore

But I think piece by piece

Snip by snip

What was once a frail disregarded spirit

Will become a strong soul