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Rising from the Dead Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up to Be
I’ve come alive again,
found my way out
of this tomb;
a bona fide tale
of resurrection
bearing solid witness
to the spiraling decay
of my grip on reality,
not one soul mourned
my tragic passing
I died by my own hand
after all, amirite?
and now no one
is left to celebrate
as I return
to my rightful place
among the stars,
finally free
No, not anymore
all that remains,
a collection of letters
delivered while I rested;
venomous words
carved deep
into my chest
about how
I should have
done a better job
of not dying
in the first place
found my way out
of this tomb;
a bona fide tale
of resurrection
bearing solid witness
to the spiraling decay
of my grip on reality,
not one soul mourned
my tragic passing
I died by my own hand
after all, amirite?
and now no one
is left to celebrate
as I return
to my rightful place
among the stars,
finally free
No, not anymore
all that remains,
a collection of letters
delivered while I rested;
venomous words
carved deep
into my chest
about how
I should have
done a better job
of not dying
in the first place
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