Voluntary disposition of movements you find yourself into, places you recognise but inside you don’t feel alive, this is my pain and my story of what it feels like, to die.
An open palm of hope given to someone close, ripped out of you, your eyes don’t get rest, cries and cries, this is what it feels like, to die.
unrest, desperate, restless, hopeless, the sky falls, the night calls, when the ones you love that lie, this is what it feels like, to die.
As if someone’s come stood upon you,
As if you’ve been beaten up,
As if your hearts exploded,
Your thoughts at night imploded,
The bed won’t hold you
The floor won’t ground you
The forgiveness won’t rain down from the sky
This is what it feels like, to die.
