Burial Day
Death is meant to be simple Straightforward You die, lay in a coffin and sink into the soil We all know our day is coming. Hold a funeral, and grieve your loss till you can walk again No one talks about the death you experience while breathing, while laughing. Tell me why is there a coffin in my chest The best of me laying in it My body pretending It isn’t a corpse, battered and bruised by half promises and ‘maybe’ hopes. Tell me why can’t I see past today? It’s like, tomorrow doesn’t exist My today is tired of carrying yesterdays mistakes This coffin is heavy, and so everyday I wake with it sometimes hoping that today will be burial day
