#Dark #death #denial

The Dead Man Lies

The Dead Man Lies


He breaths his last

Denying his death

Not wanting to go

Trying to slow

The inevitable end

That will transcend

When a dead man lies


He sees his fate

Thinks he's too great

To die like this

In blood and piss

And break away

Like the weak, decay

And be no more

Whimper, not roar

The dead man lies


Below he lowers

Beneath funeral goers

Into the ground

With not a sound

From the dead man's lips

As his soul slips

And all that remains

Are his remains

In a box where the dead man lies






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something I wrote when I was feeling down. 



Dedicated to my late grandfather. 

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