Forgive Thise Corpse For Living

Forgive this corpse for living

For being strong enough to cry

But to weak to crush this voice

For being to weak to revive

But strong enough to keep walking

Forgive this dead heart for beating

And not knowing the use

To perhaps remind me

Of what I once was?

Alive and beautiful....

Now cold, dead, and rotting.

Remind me of a past when I lived?

Forgive this constant pulse

When this body is lifeless

Soul is rotting...

But there's a constant 'Bip Bip'

In my arm which doesn't belong...

Because it's only suppose to exist

In those alive.

Forgive these cracked lungs for breathing

For aching and breaking everyday

And never stopping despite it

For keeping this corpse animated

When it has nothing to regenerate it

No electrical pulse to jump-start it

But no way to finally fall....

Forgive this voice for screaming

For trying to reach out

But not excepting of help

For being cracked and broken

And blowing dust from this hollow corpse

Forgive these tears for falling

When I have nothing left

Forgive these eyes for seeing

When know one else cares to...

Forgive these hollow screams

For everything that's gone

Forgive this corpse for living...

And failing to move on

But continuing to stand...

These screams come from a lost voice

And a broken, dead heart

It is fueled by cracked lungs...

And echos with a pulse

Forgive this corpse for living...

When everyday is just slow decay

And living is just slow death.