Funeral


There is no salvation,
no hope, no love.
We are all degenerates
struggling to find light.

Everything was meant
to fall long ago.
My struggle is
to find the truth
and shout out my voice.

But oh dear,
would you stay
despite knowing
we are all alone
and love is shallow?

Would you leave me
in order to pursue something
greater and meaningful?

These wounds won't heal,
my anger is unbearable,
I want my cold heart
to find its soil.

We are all dead,
but within our decay
there is some beauty,
some grace and mercy.

We proliferate all blind
and spread our poison.
Everything is thoughtless
we can't count on anyone.

But oh dear, even if death kissed me,
would our romance drown together,
swirling down in the pits of lament?

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