I found my death
when I gave a life,
but life played a trick on me.
She brought back my ghost
to live in a body
that talks and thinks,
of skeletons that breathe;
a body that can not
make sense of what I say,
then collapses in the exhaustion,
of forcing my living.
I am empty, you say flow.
You say live, I’m already dead.
Death does not speak
yet I have a voice,
that you hear but hear not;
feelings you know in a different context.
Listen to me with your soul,
understand me with your gut.
I want to live alive,
if I can’t, let this ghost die.
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