Don't over complicate, don't overthink
quiet the mind, don't blink
Being strong is too high maintenance
it's more ego than a need
a nuisance to have to thoughts about it
everyday every time that i breathe
Having awareness was failure
fears now appears as worms
underneath the fibers, they're born
its the taste of rot and corpse
Take another pill my girl
this time will be different please trust me
oh again that smell of decay
oh my dreams are slipping away
Sleep is loud and slippery
sickness makes a robbery
destiny kills that one brutally
back to zero stage
My cage is not expensive enough
be aware of the air that i touch
be aware of your breath
miss a second and you might fall from the stairs
Language in can't understand
written all over my hand
erase shut up be silent
why cant you be my friend ?
Not with this forgetful body
you don't even know how to pretend
i was made to be tested and twisted
but before you go give me a name
So i can feel worthy of pain
sing from the top of my lungs
it's not strength anymore but madness
i get to deserve once more
To wish for pain to be pleasure
to yearn for love not to perish
pleading death to subside
This seems more like a bad song than a poem, yes. I'm analyzing myself. Today is the day of the dead after all. If there is one thing i know about death is that all of our worries go away, our memories and one day, even the deeds and people we left behind. In some places, rituals are made to honor the dead, to wish them a safe stay in the underworld, to give them offerings once they come up to check on us today. It's fascinating how stories about many rituals around the world are comforting. That being real or not, are an intrinsic part of human life, from songs, dances, religious burial practices, we tend to give meaning to our lifeless bodies. In hopes they don't decay to something else, to stay human. Not many of us are granted peaceful deaths and proper burials. Sometimes not even dignity in life. But even if you don't believe in anything, it's comforting to know how peaceful after life can be just from not being able to feel. A silent stable darkness similar to our mother's womb. I hope you have a wonderful day today, to cherish the life you have, regardless of how you choose to live it, and if you don't have much choice, i still hope you can find an outlet for yourself. To have the pride of living just well enough for you, to have enjoyed many smiles, hugs and others stories. For myself, i choose to allow emotion.
Off topic : the stench of death is not delusional on the trashy song above. I will let you with that.