I'm just sitting in my coffin.
I forgot my cold tea on the table.
I'm six feet under on the second floor.
Untidy little coffin. Untidy leaking brain.
My ear is itching on the inside.
Must be the worms.
I can move my fingers still.
That's fine, I don't need them.
I'm just sitting in my coffin.
All set is a coffin,
A new home for a cadaver,
To lay within,
The gigantic earth, the home bigger.
A coffin is like a vehicle,
That leads the body without soul,
To that space eternal,
Perish both attaining the goal.
A coffin embraces all, it knows no racism ever,
A safe haven for an ascetic, an adulterer, a thief even a murderer.
Lift him high
to the sky
raise him
on your shoulders
rest his coffin
by your head
your brother's dead
carry me
he said
once in jest
raise him steady
off you go
hold firm
for tears will flow
his favoured song
Over the Rainbow
tones you in
we all follow
gutted empty
feeling hollow
full of sorrow
hand in hand
tearful eyes
hold him steady
sisters
brothers
keep him close
to heart and head
carry me
he once said
lay him gently
let his coffin lay
let him sleep
in God's rest
you have given all
you have done him proud
you have carried high
the best.
Sleep on
loving brother
dearest son
rest as you can
our close-knit kin
our young brave man.
Conflict's repitition leads to progression severed;
a life in which the enemy you're no better.
Outrages, rampages, fights beyond any cause
lead to a world in which you're no better off.
The only resolution to a problem so unreal
is to find a place where you no longer feel.
The pain of others on your life already cold,
forces you to hide to cover up what you're told.
I need to escape from all these lies;
these indescribable pains, all the time..
I need to recover, to get a hold on myself.
I will discover what truth is left at all.
I sit alone in the blackness of reason;
a pathetic target for the others to tease on.
I don't want to face the pain of publicity,
but I cannot stand the pain of no honesty.
Cover me in paint, lock me in my coffin,
never let me see, let not any light in.
I need to be concealed, need to be away
from the lies, scars, and pains of every day.