Death

Death...

Have you ever wondered what death looks like

An eternal gaze into an infinite black void

That's what death is... A blind endless hike

Is life built only to be destroyed?

Is it as simple as heaven or hell?

Is the afterlife earned or given?

If souls are real, where do they dwell?

Why doesn't anyone listen?

I'm speaking loud and clear

And yet nobody seems to see

No one hears, not a single ear

Not a single soul acknowledges me

Could this be what death is?

To never be seen or heard

Yet be able to see and talk

Hearing my echo with every word

Their footsteps fade as they walk

Alone again in this cold nothingness

My soul is an abandoned house

Desolate, dark and lifeless

Depression is my loving spouse

A broken heart renders me sightless

Life with no love is a living funeral

Pallbearers are thoughts of despair

Mind suffocation no albuterol

A victim of the reapers snare

Am I dead? Is this what death is?

To be invisible to the visible.

Only seen by life's daily stresses

Trapped in a soul that's unlivable

That's what death is…..what I am

Rotting from the inside out

An existence of unwanted spam

Every decision left in doubt

Imprisoned by memories of the past

Shackled by a tainted heart

And all I can do is holdfast

as everything falls apart

Helpless, useless and lifeless

But darkness is priceless

Its where I was reborn

My fresh start per se

Murder is my new porn

Holding my depression at bay

The feeling of their screams

Warms my heart like past loves

Fulfilling my dreams

wearing these murder gloves

Something that finally fits

Providing all I ever need

and the freedom it permits

Death is a way to be free

A way to transfer pain

Releasing what's inside of me

The blood I can't abstain

A river of soothing relief

Their pain is my healing

And yet, I have no grief

It is my way of not feeling

And that is being alive

To not feel or ever care

Death is how I thrive

And there is no prayer

©Target K. Sinner 12/8/21