I made this in less than a minute
because I was thinking about how the dead
would ever come to life...? I don't know.
Mourn the dead and their existence
They're alive, a contradiction
Makes no sense, what a surprise?
They were beside you in the light.
They see you when you wake
They make you want to shake
But all the dead died to do
Nothing more but to die for you.
I know the end doesn't really make sense,
that's what I was looking for.
Thanks for reading.
You may critique & rate.
But don't CHANGE the poem.