Poetry

Over my dead body do you stand over
breathing
A tear runs down your face my flesh forever
sleeping
Over my dead body do you curse into the
silence
Seems I made a pact; a deadly soul alliance
I fell in love with that, which placed me
under its knife
Wasn’t the first time, but the latter took
my life
Over my dead body does the condition taunt
you softly
Trying to inflict you, it speaks to you so
kindly
Over my dead body do you try to understand
Once named so beautiful; death written on
my hands
I wanted you to comprehend my harsh form of
abstinence
But now I'm gone, too little too late; I
never had the chanceOver