CASKETS, CONDOLENCES, AND COBWEBS By Jasen Sousa
CASKETS, CONDOLENCES, AND COBWEBS
I lay without anything left to say,
dark is the day, my mind left without a thought.
The sky is grey as pigeons and vultures feast on my body and prey.
Body begins to decay, but what I have wrote will never rot.
A famous figure stretched out for the world to view,
the world waits for me to be buried, I wait for a day anew.
Outwit, outwork, outlast, never be mentioned as part of the past,
bugs eat away at my body, spiders on this writer forming cobwebs on my conscience.
My precious pen which wrote its way into the hearts of men,
sentences slithering like snakes trying to make sense.
Condemned, no company around my corpse, I await my last breath,
living everyday with a mental drawing depicting my death.
One more spirit inside a casket sealed, on oceans of blood I’ve sailed,
the resurrection will not be revealed as I glow and awake.
My God guided mission, lyrics that make you listen,
floating right through Heaven’s gate.
Not a factious fragment of your imagination,
but a relevant realization.
A tragedy they proclaim as cobwebs cover my name,
pages of my books, blood smeared.
Sun shining on the horizon, body ready to begin rising,
once again I have appeared.
Caskets, condolences, and cobwebs, conditions where I reside,
an atmosphere where my thoughts continue to thrive.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
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I lay without anything left to say,
dark is the day, my mind left without a thought.
The sky is grey as pigeons and vultures feast on my body and prey.
Body begins to decay, but what I have wrote will never rot.
A famous figure stretched out for the world to view,
the world waits for me to be buried, I wait for a day anew.
Outwit, outwork, outlast, never be mentioned as part of the past,
bugs eat away at my body, spiders on this writer forming cobwebs on my conscience.
My precious pen which wrote its way into the hearts of men,
sentences slithering like snakes trying to make sense.
Condemned, no company around my corpse, I await my last breath,
living everyday with a mental drawing depicting my death.
One more spirit inside a casket sealed, on oceans of blood I’ve sailed,
the resurrection will not be revealed as I glow and awake.
My God guided mission, lyrics that make you listen,
floating right through Heaven’s gate.
Not a factious fragment of your imagination,
but a relevant realization.
A tragedy they proclaim as cobwebs cover my name,
pages of my books, blood smeared.
Sun shining on the horizon, body ready to begin rising,
once again I have appeared.
Caskets, condolences, and cobwebs, conditions where I reside,
an atmosphere where my thoughts continue to thrive.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©