Morgue
October 5th, 2014
I walk into this morgue
After a long lasting stroke.
The room is a little small for a hospital,
A little big for this heart
And still, it all feels so logical.
Dead bodies all over the place
Lined up inside cold refrigerators.
They are past, long time lost
You are the present
But with no future to rent
Your body is still warm
But I need to put you in that damn drawer!
In small pieces I was torn
Just lying on dead cold floor.
You will not see me cry,
Grieving stage has past long time ago
I was dancing with the dead alone
Maintaining the status quo in that zone
After cutting you off, opening you up
It seems like no one can interrupt.
Digging into your guts, inside out
Just to find out
That this autopsy is so painful
For a body that is still alive
So is the love
(That we never had)
What is it to you? - You are already dead
Walking out of that morgue
With another stroke,
Throwing away that surgical mask
Seeking for a life I was afraid to ask
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