Poetry Of The Dead Poem by John Paul Ang

This is now the end of life,
To die by the edge of a knife.
As it was stabbed in my chest,
I gave my life away at your behest.

You took no pity in killing me,
Didn't even give a shred of mercy.
You purposely caused my demise,
slowly poisoning me with lies.

I saw your happiness in my agony,
Your joy as cold steel sank into me.
I saw your life in my death,
I've seen despair in my last breath.

The words on the headstone on my grave,
also in my soul are engraved.
The rose you threw have now turned into dust,
Memories of a long forgotten past.

Accompanied by worms and decay,
Not seeing the light of day
I lie here on this casket's darkness
Once who has life is now lifeless.

Soon, the ground will claim me,
Be one with the earth, as it should be.
Erased individuality,
End to instrumentality.

I am now dead,
With lot of words left unsaid.
Regrets doesn't mean anything anymore,
Nothing else, nothing more.

Someday you'll share the same fate,
Just wait for the exact time and date.
Death is a journey to oblivion,
I will be there at your execution.