Funeral

I am chasing my own funeral
not letting your smile win
the air is somehow cold
and stinging my skin
maybe I don’t want to concede
’cause it feels right
it feels liberating

I hear myself speak but do not know what I said
nothing makes sense
you besiege my head and now
my mind is spinning
so, I just walk away
as rain drops on my shoulder
and then run, run
as fast as I can
chasing my own funeral
’cause it feels right
it feels liberating

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