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we say it’s beautiful

precious

that the end of a life is something to behold

to marvel

laying cold in a casket made of rose

it freezes us in time so we may never grow old

far from the enemies we call friends

from the tavern we call home

from the head we’re trapped in

from those smiles that we loathe

a corpse is peaceful when at rest

the energy expelled

the person free of stress, free of fear

free of hell

everyone looks ravishing in black, blood

and peace.

the end is all three.

so when I find you hanging from a tree

i’ll smile before I cry

and just as we discussed on that splendid night

i’ll plan your funeral for tomorrow

at noon to be precise

so the shining sun can play reminder to the miracle

that is expiration.

and long after all have gone

i’ll breathe you in

smelling of teardrops and smoke

and I’ll keep on breathing

til your ashes fill my lungs and blacken my very soul

just long enough to fill my brand new hole

only now there’s something missing

where’d the beauty go?

the fantasy, the corpse, the tails of never growing old?

the caskets and roses and black coloured clothes?

it all died with you