Deadline

Deadline

A Poem by Lola
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You are free from the deadlines that have once surrounded you. You're life dictated by a line awaiting to be straightened.

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You're lucky to die

Slowly yet gracefully

As the sound of the monitor sings you to sleep


Electrical beeps that imitate your heart beat

Ups and downs 

Scratchy lines

Generating from a dull straight line

Signifying your shy struggle

Slows itself down as you lower your armor 

Flattening your heart

Like it flattens its voice

Deadline


All that one's life comes down to

Struggles, laughs, loves, and loss

Lifelines

Translated into flashy angular lines and lifeless beeps

On shallow monitors beside our deathbed

Reflecting off our eyes

Anticipating its surrender

Our lives, degraded

Left in the hands of blunt machines

The mere make up of their electrical construction 

Less technical than our lives will ever be

Ingesting our mortality 

Turning it into depressing periodical beeps and screeches

Until we are depressed no more

Sounding itself, deaf sirens.

Setting us free

Of our misery


It enjoys seeing pain

Knowing that it itself, will never die slow and painful

Made off a man's ideas and hands

Mortal creates immortal

Immortality is what we all seek

The one and only savior of the dark.


Celestial slumber in the hands of God you stay

Vulnerable in the eye of all his merciful

Silent screams and velvet tears

Surround your naked soulless body

Unaware of your liberation in the higher grounds of your despair

You are more naked than you have ever been 

In the heavens above


Free of judgement.

Free of life.

Free of humanity.

Immortal.


Your soul, now eternal.

Your soul, now free from its rotting shell.

Your soul, now free from the captivity of your own body.

Your soul, a straight line.

Shapeless, boundless,

Eternal.


No more deadlines

Your scratches rest

Forming a straight line

Straight lines go on forever

No start, no end

Like the straight line you have become,

Infinite.

No start, no end

You go where the heavenly current takes you

In your new monument above

Your soul, 

Now infinite.

Immortal.

© 2014 Lola


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Added on January 14, 2014
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