how can one fall
if they are dead?
why is it that
i live the afterlife
while i’m alive?
a witness
a testimony
a true story
of hell on earth
instead of heaven
shall i usher in the good times
or the bad?
shall i dwell on the dead
or focus on the living?
i’m not asking questions
nor i need answers
a sideways stare
you act like i’m not even there
invisible
to the eyes
maybe they are blind
it’s a possibility
of deception
at it’s finest
always looking for more
if only i could heal
if only i could heal them
if only i wasn’t bare naked
if only my devices
were real
if only i could rid myself
of this curse
brought on by sorcery
that i will desire
to see it stop
i’ll pray ten times harder
and cry of happiness
that patience is key
my key…
to happiness.
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