RE -ALIVE
If people outlive death
they clutch the ghost of conquest
like a poison seed, conqueror
rooting deep in dark earth,
where silence rots but will not die.
Unsettling but not avoidable
Unattainable but imaginable
this hunger that gnaws beneath the skin,
a phantom limb twitching,
grasping for power past the grave.
We clutch our dreams with greedy hands,
Build walls around our fragile lands,
Forgetting others hopes and dreams,
Lost in our own selfish schemes.
Self buried in self
a crystal coffin cracking with whispered lies
we build our shrines from shattered bones,
Treating everything around as souvenir
To conquer everything after dead ,suicide pact with eternity
a reflection cracked , shattered bleeding
where light dies but the shadow survives.
There is no mercy in this hunger,
only the terrible, seething will
to live beyond life
To haunt the tomb we made ourselves
All just for fun of power allowance
For in the heart, choice still remains
To break the chains or bear the stains.