burncandlebright

Okay, apparently to counteract the anti-Kira poem of earlier, I must post this one to make her happy. I wrote this in class when I was bored (as I usually am in that class)...
If you get what this is actually about, gold star for you...
If you're not sure, it's not what you think...


I'm not dying
I'm already dead
You keep trying to save me
But I've been gone for a while
So get off your knees
And stop your praying
I'm not coming back to that life.

So God give it up
I'm not dying
And you're already dead
Stop pulling me away from that edge
You drew in the sand
I won't fall off the cliff in your mind
If you let go of my hand.

This death you fear
It consumes your life until
You forget how to live
And to your death, my life was...

I'm no longer dying
Because you're already dead
And I'm saved from dying
As I let go of your hand.

And I'm sorry to let you die
But you've had it stuck in your head
So you don't even know you're gone.
You'll live this death eternally
Until you realize there's nothing left
But at that point it will be too late
Life will have disowned you.

(This was accompanied by a morbid little picture of a coffin. Yay coffin! I'm such a happy child)