got dem death blues back again mama and this time, they’re bleeding me good

if death is a dream

i would have gone

to sleep

and never would have seek

reasons to be calm and

begged for time ; i wish death

is a dream, i’ll take it

the good ones

and even the nightmares —–

they are all easier to shake off

but not death, the one with a

face…the one that

murmurs…the one that never

rests…

like casualties of war

carrying a

rambling ghost

inside their heads ;

it’s hard.

it will hurt.

it’s going to be a long time

tending this wound that will

never heal.

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