Post #5251

Cadaverous Pulse He crossed his arms atop his chest, Shut his eyes and held his breath; The rusty nails slam through wood As all the mourners watched and stood. His lungs begged him to scream and writhe, But when the coffin drops he smiles And lets himself fall into slumber- How refreshing to be blind. The isolation brings him comfort And he's friends with all the ghosts There's no need to lie or fight or fret, No need to ever boast. Peace on Earth has never been But underground there is no sin So here he'll lie for all his life, Without the pain and all the strife.. #review#jt