conclave to transpire eventually

            peering upon yourself has

--- well will never be

an easy task.

            in this setting, I’ve encountered my soul.

you have---

            you witness this expiry of a lifeless; dead; tired of crying corpse

I’m an escaped soul tired of crying as well

            --- and I’m over remains

and while your eyes are open

            …your nerves dance…

 

            dance of shock; which still lives in me

           

            as if I’m still there

 

                                    I’m glad you decided to stay here with me

Don’t ever forget that I’ll still be

---There, behind your loved ones.

Will you watch my sister fall in love?

I’ll watch your sister fall in love,

It’ll be a collection of stories worth waiting for ---

 

Body and spirit, as hand in glove

    ---perpetually

but you have plans of leaving me

and in due time we’ll reunite

            on the other side

---the shinning silent; shimmering side

where body reunions with spirit.

And you’re getting cold now

You’re fading away now

 

I was in need of you

            And I needed you

 

Now that labor is over

            ---I’ll wait for a better you.

one that’s dressed in white’s most immaculate, and

---not in a rainy, damp red, turning your skin into saturated, floppy mush;

sorry

thank you for your comfort, are you willing to

 close my eyes?

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