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Pure Forms of Death
I stand in place.
Not moving my body.
My eyes are wide open,
but at the same time
they are not.
Distant windows of light
Moving away from my still position
No frame of reference
Just taking in every motion
as if they were kisses of love
My hands... They are not hands anymore.
They appear as liquid spears in waltz.
Why am I here?
It's because I lived a good life.
I deserve happiness after death.
I deserve happiness
I deserve to be weightless
above the clouds
Roaming free with no pain
And the best thing of all,
You're right here along beside me
in the purest form imaginable
Not moving my body.
My eyes are wide open,
but at the same time
they are not.
Distant windows of light
Moving away from my still position
No frame of reference
Just taking in every motion
as if they were kisses of love
My hands... They are not hands anymore.
They appear as liquid spears in waltz.
Why am I here?
It's because I lived a good life.
I deserve happiness after death.
I deserve happiness
I deserve to be weightless
above the clouds
Roaming free with no pain
And the best thing of all,
You're right here along beside me
in the purest form imaginable
Published 26th Apr 2011
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