Immortally Dreaming of Mortality

8/19/2016

Day after day
It gets harder and harder to fight
Sometimes I imagine, what if I made it all go away
Night after night
I pray
I beg to make it to see another mornings light
I never asked to be this way
It is my unholy rite
In my soul, light, the evil does slay
My emotions, locked up tight
I imagine the things they will come to say
I imagine the people, who will come to see this sight
As in the ground, my body, they do lay
I imagine the weight of the dirt
I imagine the coolness on my flesh
The burden not as heavy as my internal hurt
I wonder, will the air around my grave be pungent, or fresh
Will it reek of my sins, of my tort
Or will it be clear, a symbol of my rebirth
All I know is everyday I live
Every night I cry
Any moment I could take a dive
As every moment passes by
For redemption in the worlds eyes, I strive
That lingering fear, that I can’t truly die