I walked past a morgue today.
Pictures of gore and pain graced my mind.
I stared at the bolted door
Fascinated.
I let my mind wander free
And was possessed by the terrifying thought
Of one day finding you encased
by its sterile walls.
I cannot give you up
I need your optimism in my life
I can’t give you in
to the gods in heaven
that you’re so fond of believing in.
But it’s not in my hands
To hold back a soul
Whose time has expired.
I wonder if I might break
If I see your bod go up in flames.
Or if I might be overjoyed
That sorrow can no more
Imprison you in his skeleton fist.