Words of the Dead


Recklessly I am taking to my new home,
Home I have ran away for,
for long.
Now it seems I am free from that little
prison called earth.
My body welcomes my new world,
saying no more problem.
Out there is full of absurd.
New home,your tranquil has made me
feel well,
Though l have always been afraid of you,
thinking that loneliness would kill
the dead again.
Loneliness didn’t kill the dead,
Loneliness makes the dead rest in peace.
Being alone is safe,
No friend to be an enemy tomorrow, and
no enemy to be a friend tomorrow,
It is you and your bed alone.
Grave, I never wanted you but now
that I found you,
I still want you more.

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