Finality [ft. Burden]
I wish they would hurry, it's depressing
Viewing your false-friends cry. Tributes fall
From their mouths like flies. It hurts
To hear those; they speak of
The glorious times, yet paint over the bad
With a brush of deceipt. There are two
Sides to every story, death
Is my proof. Past memories flicker
On and off like a lightbulb. The grass
Is greener on the other side?
Bah! - Dirt covers my eyes playfully
Like a friend joking. It spreads for miles,
Rising up as menacingly as
A macabre tsunami, and falling
With benevolence, all froth no crest.
Toying with my lack-of-emotion.
Soiling my mouth with it's trophic hunger.
Taken from my home; heavens conscription.
My soul is loosed; a free spirit
Soaring through the sky, carefree.
A thoroughly out-of-body experience,
Eerily my eyes are still my own - my former
Comrades glare down at me, I begin
To blush, unabashed. I'm late
For my own funeral. The dirt covers
Me like a blanket. Cocooning my senses,
Weaving a web of immortality around
My soul. With death comes freedom,
Hovering above my former abode;
Earth. I view the masked evil oozing
Out from very human. Cleansed only in death,
Baptised by fire and brimstone.
Severing my final ties with monotony,
My never-truly-open eyes close
For the last time, to die is to live.
The coffin is a microphone for the
Cries of the living. However,
A priest’s voice is one of soothing,
Giving off a feeling of ecstasy,
Raising my spirit through a pinhole
Centred inside a crowd of streaming
Thoughts. The drops of sorrow
Are collected and deposited in my
Fuel banks, giving me the motivation
I desperately needed, trying to find
A safe haven from the endless pity
Felt at the hands of those who have lost.
Ascension is all but easy, the constant
Wailing paralyzes the soul, as if ten
Banshees had clung to my ears
Causing all the energy in my body
To vibrate the drums, emptying me
Of the vigour needed for the journey ahead.
The black abyss below me begins to
Disperse, leaving but one single
Shadow holding a shovel. The sight
Burns me, and lights the pyre
Signalling the way, and of my
Arrival to the gates of heaven.
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