only a cold dead body
can make me see life as love
only a cold dead body
can make me see life as worth living
only a cold dead body
could wake me from perpetual sleep
how dare you die
how dare you open my eyes with your lifelessness
i hate you death
i hate that you can teach me these things
i hate that in the middle of my sorrow and grief
you speak to me
speak to me of love
and life
and purpose
and forgiveness
i hate that in life i loved you so
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- anony mouse? muse?
- mouse-- anonymouse Muse anony muse if there was no fear, if you could always say, what you want, what you feel, say what you believe to be real, if you could be yourself, you could live, you could love, and they wouldn't judge you, and they wouldn't stone you, and they couldn't find you, when the time for your ultimate demise had come, what would you say? would you call out injustice? would you break down walls? would you steel a kiss? would you cease to exist? too much honesty, not enough scrutiny, could you live-- anonymously? if you dont know me, can you still judge me? sure, you can -- but I wont take it so personally anymore
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yea... no one has a clue. Do you know death? I think not.
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