postmortem

Postmortem
Nashon Kemp
I sit there in postmortem as the death around me slowly creeps among me .cold blood cold heart yet my skin it burns so hot. We drop all down amongst the floors of our lovers hearts like zombies cascading slothful  over the bodies of their mindless victims. Cuz in the end we all are just a young dieing race like the Iroquois so just call us the last of the Mohicans blood stains the walls of our lives cuz its all cut throat to get to the top of this steeple . Many go blind trying to lead the way and always on the path and this journey some may go astray . This love seems to be envenomous like the fangs of a  snake. And this love makes us semi epileptic. Love is the drug that's an unstoppable feeling a never ending coaster that keeps coming back around like a boomerang. It creeps around all corners and lurks behind all doors.this is the outlet for my emotions so just allow me to express to u some more. The key to life is to listen listen and adore those that are above u as u crawl on the floor this way as u make ur way to the top they can respect u with the same respect u gave them none stop . Honor and integrity is always the key to longevity in all u do no matter if it's with someone or if it's just u. Just remember that u must be true strong and proud no matter what u do..