Thy Spoken Hearse
You quit before you try
You live like you’re going to die
You can’t learn to speak the truth
Sewed your mouth shut
how uncuth
When will you learn to speak?
Learn to cry?
fortune cookies lie
You can’t breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when your the joke?
It’s nothing like a funeral
Stop hiding from yourself
The dead can no longer speak
Yet you dread on memories
That make you sick
Fighting battle after battle.
You think you’ll win this way?
The devil’s got you beat
Are you going to let him?
To make you feel alive
Just open you eyes and see
Don’t you get it?
See that life is beautiful.
You’re scared
I know.
You say,
“Do you swear that no one will cry at my funeral?”
Because you won’t allow that burden
Just let it go
You say,
“I know some things you don’t understand!”
Stop it.
“You don’t know how I feel!”
Silence!
You follow your funeral
In a trail of blood
To find your way back home
“Home? Home where?”
You ask.
You seek your means
of longing
“I’m waiting for my hearse,
To carry me back to the land
Of forgotten sunlight.”
Look beyond that child.
What’s come upon you?
Place your hands upon your chest
Close your eyes
Take a deep breath
And hold...
Do you feel it?
Is this the pain you feel?
Your silent.
Speak up child!
Tell me what you see.
You cannot breathe,
can you?
Hold it in
and surely
you will die.
That pain inside
You still bear
Do you wish to continue holding your breath?
Suffocate child.
Your hearse still waits til you decide.
