What Is Dead

I had to kill you
So you would not die
Now in your hereafter
I hope you found paradise.

Are you at peace?
Though what is dead cannot die
Your dying haunts my living
But that which lives ultimately dies.

Your cries for help sadden me
Not because you call from a grave;
Where you are is bleak and desolate
You should have called sooner.

I had to kill him
So you would not die
Now in our forever after
I know you have found paradise.

Advertisements

12 responses to “What Is Dead

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s