Welcomes Death With Opens Arms

Another body carelessly
tossed aside,lifeless
and forever silent,
blood pooling around its head.

One more unloved person gone,
no longer having to worry about
fulfilling any incredibly high goals,
family issues,or simple insecurities.

It's a shame you can't live
after eternal silence takes over.
How much easier for that Jane Doe,
all things would be done in numbness.

The luxury of death.To see any
missing memories,and the great times.
For the white light,and then darkness,
it sounds more like a beginning than an end.

Die of poison,you didn't die hungry,
or a bullet,it's able to go through
the body,and make you like how you feel.
Being stabbed,and friend finishing what they started.

One more fell under the spell of the
Grim Reaper.Their body swaying with
the leaves on the trees in the park,
choked by a rope knotted like a noose.

They too were granted the blissful
walk that we all call death,the end of life.
Given the ability to shake hands with every
departed loved ones and all deceased role models.

They get a chance to lead maybe the only
parade they will be in.Conduct the marching band
their favorite song on the way to the grave site.
To be important on an eventful day.

The smell of turned soil and saw dust floating
through the cold air near the cemetery.One
last goodbye to everyone before going to sleep
underground,not to be woken until a relative comes by.

Given all the time in the world to waste,
passing time in a coffin will be a breeze.
Sleep most of it,and catch up on everything
else during the rest of the time.

One last person welcomes total darkness
with open arms tonight.a surprised expression
forever plastered to her face,and a knife
handle poking out of her chest,that girl is me.

No longer tied to life's hardships,
to see my memories,the light and the darkness.
The stab in the heart,it was an old lover
wanting to complete their job.

I get to say my hellos,and shake hands
with the family and many of heroes.
To get my parade,and conduct my favorite
song,to get to be important on my best day.

Be able to smell the turned soil and sawdust
in the air by the cemetery,the reason be me
and me only.Have one last round of goodbyes
before eternal sleep until a friend passes by.

The peace in this coffin amazing,and
tops off the pleasure of being dead.I have
one thing to ask.Please don't cry over me
because I am happier dead than I was alive.

Poem by Claire.

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