The Dead Can't Feel No Pain (poem)
Posting this as an apology for disappearing for so long. I had some stuff to work through but will hopefully start posting again now.
The Dead Can't Feel No Pain
The dead can't feel no pain,
I've heard it to be true.
Yet I'm alive and torn,
Torn by love for you.
I love, I hate, I laugh.
I lust, I live, I cry.
Why won't you let me be?
Leave me now to die.
I am the silence left,
Feeling for one last hope,
I dodge amongst the pain,
As the blade I grope.
My pulse it quickens fast
As I pray for my release.
But my chaotic soul
Starts to form a crease.
What is it I'm doing?
I fast berate myself.
How can I throw away
My being and health.
The dead can't feel no pain.
I've heard it to be true.
But the dead don't know joy.
The dead don't see you.
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