posted on Jul, 1 2016 @ 11:19 PM
another friend dying.
Myriads of memories lost,
who will I outlive next?
My gut wrench
proves I can still feel,
I reject survivor's guilt,
the dice, and the coin toss.
Why them and not me?
Did they deserve it?
Have I escaped because of an oversight
or simply luckier than most?
I have forgotten the majority of memories
I doubt I remember them accurately.
Like headlines from magazines at checkout,
images photo shopped and tossed about.
Do I remember truth,
does it remind me of the taste of blood?
What lies have I swallowed,
what poison have I regurgitated?
Have I bitten my tongue?
is there bile in my mouth?
So many broken promises
like broken glass on my lips.
My bloody mouth bears
testimony to my fight,
it is too sore to offer my excuses
or to admit my wrongs.
The life of the flesh is in the blood
and it is given as an atonement
for my sins, for my sins,
I sing and celebrate those who have gone ahead.
Someday my end will come and someone will be called.