The Afterlife

matt15rsp

A desert vast and open

And not another soul

There's no water left for you 

Not a drop to make you whole

 

From a plane high in the sky

You will begin the drop

And there'll only be the ground

That can make you stop

 

An ocean endlessly deep

Beneath there's not a sound

There's loads of helpless swimming

Right up until you've drowned

 

All events to end a life

Before remains are burnt to ashes

Or perhaps a coffin in the ground

Before life's illusion smashes

 

Except you've been in the afterlife

Longer than you were alive

You've been personally acquainted 

With the grim reaper and his scythe

 

You died a long time ago

Beneath an infant sun

It all ended up crashing down

That game you thought you'd won

 

Life's a distant memory

You don't know how long you've been here for

Hours and days and weeks and years

You wish you'd known before

 

It all seemed so much brighter then

Life was bright and full of colour

Not this dull, lifeless grey

Now there's naught else to discover

 

There is no turning back now

To try would make you a fool

You can see al that came before

It's behind a towering wall

 

You may be deep in the afterlife 

But you're not dead yet so don't pretend

There might be nothing else to come, however 

You live all the way until the end

  • Author: matt15rsp (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 5th, 2020 12:30
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