Sudden Raked Coals

 
 
It's one thing to drive someone into their coffin  
It goes beyond the pale if you also choose to nail it shut  
memories of life and living are just not enough  
we take videos and photographs, look at them everyday  
to keep such visions alive, we cling to the memories of love  
we have no choice if the love was true to visit it regularly  
but then some see fit to nail the coffin shut and not stop  
photographs, love letters and love poems go up in smoke  
history and love have this in common, Better to burn the  
knowledge and attachments than face the real truth  
there are lies, damn lies and the lies you never think  
you will be found out on, nobody is exempt from this  
and the ones who tell you they are, are the biggest liars  
 
memories like pencil written poetry simply and easily erased  
Like the issue of white slavery, deleted or hidden from prying eyes  
When you drive someone to desire death, help them into their coffin.  
Nail it shut, bury or erase any kind of embarrassing content, burn  
Anything significantly left, shit we don't want the world to know  
It speaks mountains to a worlds deaf ears as they respond silently  
The dead do not see any regret at any point, they will not see a future  
Contrite heart, or any returning respect or a shadow of human decency  
Prayers for the dead, after their dead is like throwing cow shit at the moon  
Might be an idea to care about the living rather than be their coffin helper  
But then "I am not my brothers keeper!" they hymn of the selfish the ones  
Who think it's ok to put oneself first regardless of the consequences on others  
But then: Maybe the person deserved to be in the ground, maybe, bad seed  
Or a bad person, maybe like a misogynist' s rape victim they get accused  
Of asking for it, deserving it for just walking around bold as brass  
Hey you, you're meant to be in the fuckin ground already WTF  
"Ok for fuck sake, I'm going"  
 
There is only one thing that can be done for a life of intolerable  
Cruelty and pain and that is to end it, to hurt no more  
The dead don't know pain because they're fuckin dead  
The dead don't know hate because they're fuckin dead  
The dead don't know cruelty because they're fuckin dead  
The dead don't know suffering because they're fuckin dead  
The dead don't know grief because they're fuckin dead  
The dead don't see missed what could have beens  
The dead don't feel unloved  
The dead are not desperate for salvation  
The dead don't even have to be hugged  
Sad to say the dead don't give a god damn fuck  
Regardless how they got dead  
Because they're fuckin dead  
 
Once there was a boy, that knew not Love  
That boy became a teen that knew no love  
That teen became a man that knew not love  
That man became a corpse who never knew love  
And nobody knew apart from the few  
Who put him in the ground in the first place  
And the whole world didn't give a fuck