My life is littered with death
There are bodies everywhere
Their souls surround me in memories I cling to dearly
Like a rope hanging off an edge of a cliff
I cling
grasping
Trying to remember the ceases on their face
The sound of their voices
The love they gave me
Haunted by the idea that one day it will be my turn
That I will be a rotting piece of flesh
Or ashes spread to dust
Wind taking pieces of me to the ocean where I will be mixed with water and dirt
My soul lost to eternity
Will you cling to memories of me
Knowing my love surrounds you
Is there purpose to my existence
Other than the empty bottles on my floor
And the mess I have made
Do I live for something
My days are numbered
I am awaiting
Trying to make meaning
Of my life
With that voice inside my head
Screaming Who is next?
God tell me who is next?
Artistically Repressed 