floral casket

but really
what do you want
behind those racy eyes
behind the dreaded goodbyes
and safety nets
the fretting over death
and calmth over certain lies

what do you want need crave
when you lay in bed late at night
sighing with relief over
the grievances of life’s
apparent musts
the awful office smell of hell
the poorly thought out
meaning of a
ghost-like existence

I’d risk it all for freedom
whatever that may entail
it’s all frail to begin with
anyhow
stuffed up into vengefuless
no rest for the dead
that are still living
there is no give in
with no time
no rhyme without regret

-D.