I might be dead but I'm still walkin'
still strugglin' to dig up out this ground
I feel the earth shake beneath me
feel you tuggin' at me again and
I know I'm dead but I got to keep trudgin'
'cause you're callin' me pullin' on me
to keep steppin' keep your meter going
you'll never be showin' your love for me again
you keep pushin'
keep longin' for me to come again
I know your cravings come in dump-loads
and that will keep me walkin' even though
I know I should be restin' not protestin'
against your need for me again
pullin' me back down so you can come up
can't you see there's nothin' left?
I'm gone
that's it
the end
no more
don't you see?
will I have to show you?
will I have to crush you, punish you?
bring you down so you can feel so low too?
your sanity is slippin', sliddin'
as I push you down and rub your face in the ground
smell the earth
the rot
the stinch
feel how you're no more
but you have to keep walkin'
DEAD.
the only thing i really don't like about poems like this, is that since we read the poem, we know you're alive... i know it seems very insignificant, but it just bugs me :)
sounds like a song!