What things were before is not what they are today.
I've learned that everything is impermanent long before.
Why do I have to keep learning it again and again and again?
I'm begging for one more instant of clarity in this oblivion of foggy questions.
If I die
Scatter my possessions
Put me to use
Read my words
Keep me for longer
Don't put me away
I can't claw out
Nooses everyday
Don't kill me further
I'm already gone
Don't obliterate me
Help me live on
I'd do the same
For anyone
Just hurts so badly
With my crosses gone
No mourning faces
No melted candles
No graves no coffins no tomb
What things were before is not what they are today.