Dead
Dead
Am I dead?
I truly don't know.
I don't feel alive,
Anymore.
Am I dead?
Who should know?
My benevolent husband,
Or his whole household?
When they burned,
My whole bedroom
Sprinkled petrol
On the face
And the body, whole?
For they were angry,
I didn't pay enough tocher.
To feed their greedy souls.
Or bring any gift or
Golden bowls.
Am I dead?
When those alphas
Raped my soul.
Bit my flesh,
And kicked me whole.
Am I dead?
When the first spark
Touched my feet,
Then it started kissing,
Me whole.
I screamed and wept,
For some help.
But third degree
Was their aim.
It burned
And baked.
And stung my soul
I lost my conscious
And went for a stroll.
Am I dead?
For I can't see
I can't walk,
And
I can't feel.
Maybe,
That's what
Being dead,
Really means.