rapture and unload-
finger to hives
will dress to the nines
attend our own funerals-
say our best wishes-
know the person laying before is never the one wearing death in his eyes
never looking back
featured on our tats
still have marks to leave
not enough to settle
brake eye contact-
leave yourself to the dust
brushing off the old
stepped off the casket
never felt the cold breathe under the heels of yesterday
and the sun never felt so fresh.
Saint's Muse 