Funeral

[raileus]

I am visited by my own death,
I witness my own funeral,
no one is there.

I see myself, my identity, my being as dead.
The self I know is gone and I am in morning for myself.
The only real friend I had,
The only one really there for me,
the only one to really understand who I am.

I, myself as always.

I sleep now even when awake.
My blood not within me, my thoughts outside of my head, my actions only serve as a means to an end of this physical body.

I am my own enemy now,
I am my own war,
Just seeking to crack this shell,
to break this egg, off the wall, hope I fall.
All the kings men won't put me back together again.

Let this outside match the inside,
for what is dead inside cannot be alive on the outside.
For what is dead on the inside, cannot live life on the outside.

The child will become it's mother,
the dead will only bring more death to the world.