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Land of the dead
The land of the dead that's where I am,
Staring at the face of every lifeless man,
I am lifeless too,
Soon I will become brand new,
In this land of the dead I am free,
Every lost soul looking back at me,
Such beautiful words written on the headstones,
A restless, tortured ghost at home,
This land of the dead was meant for me to find,
My old life can stay far behind,
It's a world unlike any other,
Full of such bright color,
Maybe I am fucked up in every way,
But I'll choose death over life any day.
Staring at the face of every lifeless man,
I am lifeless too,
Soon I will become brand new,
In this land of the dead I am free,
Every lost soul looking back at me,
Such beautiful words written on the headstones,
A restless, tortured ghost at home,
This land of the dead was meant for me to find,
My old life can stay far behind,
It's a world unlike any other,
Full of such bright color,
Maybe I am fucked up in every way,
But I'll choose death over life any day.
Published 17th Jul 2019
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12th Nov 2019 9:55pm
This kind of reminds me of the movie Corpse Bride— how dull and faded the living world looks and how vibrant the world of the dead appears. Nice job!
