i place flowers on grave i once was in. Same soul,
different bodies.
One fresh in pulp and other fresh in rot.
I laugh at the irony.
Though i shouldn't.
I take your indifference to me as your cause of death,
maybe the real reason also resided with you in death.
When i mourned my life and what has it become ;
how come you only ever said a thing or two
when i moved mountains for you. Every now and then my blood seized to its attack.
I collapse and get dragged to the grave i seek for help.
Like any sane human would.
I seek for solace from you only to get a “me too”
switched between lands through and through.
So, i had to arise,
dust myself and build a home.
Now, its you who has tasted a mere of what i've been stomaching for years. You wither through and through its tangled strings.
It pushes the flesh out like it once did to me.
Yet you had me.
You had me in the battle i fought before.
Before as a survivor and now as a specter.
I laugh
and laugh
and laugh
and laugh
on how you had me and always did but i couldn't had you no matter how deadly the nightmare felt.