Talking about death

Flowers for me...

I often wonder

How would it be to see myself lifeless?

Dead, cold and hard

Like a fish in a cold storage

Or the stone laid in the last step

Would I feel anything if I touched me?

With heart beats gone and 

Warmth drained from my cheeks

Will I be less musical and less desirable?

I often wonder

Can I see it from the sky?

The grief and love of my people 

But why grief?

At their loss of a companion

Or at my loss of life!

How many years will they remember

The talks that I hum

Will they miss if I never come?

Dead or dreaming!

I often wonder

How is it like to die?

Is it like sleeping?

But no, my sleep is full of vivid dreams

Colourful and alive

Can death be so colourful

Is all the blankness then a myth

To deprive us from entering 

The exotic world of death

I often wonder

Why is death dark and frightening?

Night is dark yet a romance

May be its the unknown that scares

But don't we seek the mystery

When we long for a peek behind

The curtains of a stage

Then why not desire 

For what lies beyond flesh

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