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