black eve

Rest in peace

I get a strange feeling

anytime I get to say the words

Like for some reason

It's a way to tell the dead

to go on and figure out where those go

So we could go on living

I guess that's what it is, isn't it?

Just like Christ said;

Let the dead bury the dead

Hence rest in peace

Like it's our own little way of seeing the dead off to the other side in a supposedly meaningful manner

Such short words yet so strong

Then the days go by and it somehow

doesn't feel like yesterday anymore

Doesn't hurt so much as before

So we slowly forget

To survive

I know there's really nothing we could do but go on living

I mean it's the very cause of our existence

But I get a strange feeling when I get to say those words

Rest in peace

Like for some reason that one hand stretched out in farewell to the deceased points a thousand back at me

Putting me in such big shoes to fill

Asking me if I am aware I'll get to answer where those go

A simple fate

We just never know when

But I know to be sure to have the world

See me off in an idea I'll get to figure it out

It'll come to me

How the dead go on living

And the living continue in line

Rest in peace