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The Corpse Party
How are you going to comfort me?
What will my corpse party do for me?
Will you hold my hands as I die
And tell me of the celebrations to come?
Will you prop up my head on a pillow
So that the hard casket does not cause me pain?
Once I have leapt out of existence
How softly will you speak with me?
As they are all crying because I have left them
Will they understand I am gone?
Who will be the guest of honor at my corpse party?
Who will rejoice in the memories
Of someone who is gone?
Will you attempt to scream loud enough,
That I may hear you?
Will you come in with your high heels
Hoping that what is lifeless may still respond?
What comfort will I have
Lying there embalmed
A plastic face, with closed eyes,
But still staring.
Quieted screams,
But I am still screaming.
A calm body,
But you wont forget the trembling.
There will be no more questions,
But that will never make up for the answers you don’t have.
Another day,
And it is another dress rehearsal
For my corpse party.
My corpse party is looming
and you are telling me
Happy birthday.
I am hoping it will not come
But life is killing me.
I am hoping you will tell me it is all a lie
So I can continue to suffer with you.
At my corpse party
Maybe you will have time to reflect,
On the tears which only flowed
When I realized
All destiny is
Is the journey to isolation.
The Corpse Party.
