A Waltz For Zizi
I'D Rather Live Than Die - Poem by A Waltz For Zizi
As I hold in my left palm the falling sun
and in my right,
I borrow days from someone willing to die
for his love, and mine.
Curiously, he seems to recognise my face,
and with alcohol bathed lips he says:
'Here you go, you'll need them more than I do.'
And then jumps into the grave he bought himself,
from an internet site.
Who the hell does that?
I swear a can't understand these people,
buying coffins, and stones with their names engraved.
To hell with them all! I SAY
He who prepares for death,
is already dead, and
those that dug their own graves,
are not brave, but fools.
I'd rather live a thousand years, and go to hell
than to live a half life, and end up in heaven.
Harps make me mad, anywhay.
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