Everyone Loves You When You'Re Dead
Life was pale canvas
to put some colour on
you never managed
has there been any effort for real
or its all experimental stage for another life
somewhere
where molds aren't capable to digest your soul
lying on the edge of the bed
left you uncover
they were scared of you
but you were more scared of them
roller coaster of emotion you was
unable to be destructive on your own
disabled for finding the shadow of your own
desperately seeking for some black string to be attached
as excuse
for excuse
wanting to be recognized to someones child
resulted in piggy bank
daddy said you're fine
and smashed it
life became a room
with freshly painted white walls
each from top to bottom carrying shelves
on which glass cups were arranged
mimicking a kaleidoscope
your bearing with its reflections wearing a sunglasses
ended up with bloody feet
this life needed you
couldn't you love yourself just a little bit?
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