Felt the breeze on my face as I heard the mortician
Darkness descended upon my vision
As they are taking a lifeless corpse in the casket
Saying their goodbyes and weeping past it.
A sudden realisation hit me in the head
How the fuck did I end up in this death bed?
All these people standing and mourning my demise
As if I don't recognise their malign in disguise.
Oh! How great it would be to haunt them forever
Seeing them petrified would bring so much pleasure.
But now that I'm gone and they have mourned
It's time to leave and visit the unexplored.
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My Sleepless Nights
PoetryPouring out my heart to a stranger But I didn't pour the whiskey I just wanted you to know This is me trying... Hey there! This is my very first book and it's a collection of poems that I wrote on my sleepless nights. Cover from Pinterest📌
