I wrote this poem a long time ago, around the time my grandmother died, and now that I myself have a "condition", I find it fitting to post it. When I wrote this, I imagined death, and what it would be like... So without further ado, here is "The Graveyard", by Tequila.
I sense the pure morbidity of every granite stone;
I see the name upon each grave and think it is my own.
Throughout the weather-battered rock I stagger on the path;
It’s hard to think of life and death at all as simple math.
Within each breath my lungs give up a small bit of my life…
When death’s the only option it is hardly worth the strife.
So here is where I take my stand—The sun’s eclipsed in black
I let Death’s cold and frozen hand hold me no longer back:
Through the graveyard’s many death dates I will let my soul release…
I enter the oblivion and its eternal peace.
So now you know how I feel with this whole thing... this is the best I could do to give my thoughts some sort of incarnation.
 Madame Tequila-chan · Sun Jun 03, 2007 @ 08:48pm · 0 Comments |
