• daphnae 20w

    I want to live death
    just like I lived
    my days of eternity-
    lying below the stars.
    I want to hear my last breath
    being dragged away
    by the conspiracies or theories
    of the universe, gasping for life.
    I want to live death just so I could
    create a poem out of it.
    I want my death to be poetic,
    if not painful.
    Along the metaphors,
    as it plays around while waiting
    for the clock to bring the right tick
    and the syllables align,
    creating clashes among the rhymes.
    And a sunflower brewing up
    in the brightest of yellow
    from the remains of my deceasing body.
    When my soul reaches salvation
    leaving behind my ruins of skin and bone,
    I want it to hold my heart
    desiccating beyond the shallow rib cage
    taking long enough to give up
    the last, faint string of my existence into dust.
    The theories I've been honing mind with-
    theories of science and religion,
    I want to see them failing and breaking
    along with the atoms of my body,
    I want to fade away to an alternate universe
    while I await for my unfulfilled destinies
    to hang upon me.

    Isn't this why we die?
    - To bridge gaps, to recite the poems we never could while living, to be whoever with whatever we want to.
    ©daphnae

    Heyyy everyone. Hope you make it out of everything you can't speak up about. Sending love and strength. Plus, you are worth everything❤
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    Isn't this why we die?
    - To bridge gaps, to recite the poems we never could while living, to be whoever with whatever we want to.
    ©daphnae