You have always rested this peacefully,
yet these people, they seem to be crying.
The tears flow from their own fear of living
a life in which death knocks endlessly.
You really have the easy part, as all
you need to do is lie there and listen
as the game begins. It's time to see, again,
who can cry the most, yet still stand tall.
They claim to understand, to sympathize
with my own feelings of confusion.
But their comforts fall short, as the illusion
of my sorrow satisfies their hungry eyes.
You've shown that it is easy, but the rest
continue to fear as their own time passes.
While it's said we all wear rose-coloured glasses,
the only rose I truly see is lying on your chest.
For these people, they hold on to the lie
that death rains fear. So will it be
until each has his own box - but for me,
let me lift my veil and kiss you goodbye.
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