Ought to tell you what I was feeling.
The Dead and The Heartbroken
A dead knows no wounds;
Its heart doesn't bleed
when it is stabbed with a dagger,
in a beautiful hand.
The life in its eyes
is already lost
and the colour
of the cheeks
is no more pink.
Yes, the dead is oblivious to pain
and to heartbreak,
and to the agony that comes with it.
The dead is in peace,
even though it comes after death.
A dead knows no wounds;
Its heart doesn't bleed
when it is stabbed with a dagger,
in a beautiful hand.
The life in its eyes
is already lost
and the colour
of the cheeks
is no more pink.
Yes, the dead is oblivious to pain
and to heartbreak,
and to the agony that comes with it.
The dead is in peace,
even though it comes after death.
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