LifeAfterDeath
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Knife slits the throat
the pain is gone
your troubles are over
your mind is dark
but what is beyond and what is behind
grief and pain plagues the families
stuck in trauma and cant go on
One Day I will be gone
And one day my grandchildren will be wandering around
Being nosey like children usually are
And they will stumble across their Meemaw’s journal
And being curious like children usually are
Hypnotic, neurotic venom of Nirvana-
You bloom like the petals within my veins.
As we sink to the ground; decomposing with an imperial clout...
Will we still seek to know our story?
