A/N: My first attempt at freeverse poetry, inspired by the thought of what it's like to be [d e a d]
Don't laugh, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine. God, don't even joke about that. If I owned this series it would have burned long ago…
.h.e.y.
(did)(you)(know)
T H A T
y o u ' r e
/D\*/E\*/A\*/D\
?
It's a s c a r y thought,
|—Isn't it—|
.When you r e a l l y , t r u l y think about it.
S E E
You are
You may be talking
A n d moving
{{but}}
r-E-a-L-l-Y
/Think it t h r o u g h \
You aren't b r e a t h i n g
.&.
s-l-e-e-p-i-n-g
.&.
Bleed i n g
.&.
/Your heart isn't b e a t i n g\
.&.
{you have no}
[S|O|U|L]
i.n.s.i.d.e
Your cold w h i t e hard
{bodymindheartgone}
a n d
[Your] c o r p s e is a [cage]
.&.
.you're.trapped.
.&.
{o.n.e day y o u ' r e (gonna)}
\b
r/
\e
a/
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