Corpses Don't Cry
Locked away
from the cold
hurting world
behind glass and mist
thick as ice
numb and shivering
I shudder into sleep
where no dreams
can touch
or haunt
this smile-faced corpse
you look at
and see me.
Words echo forever
here empty
and hollow
as the chest
where no heart beats.
Only living eyes
may cry
only living tears
can soothe.
I can but bleed
a poor excuse for weeping
empty-eyed and hollow-souled
as the corpse I have become.
ŠJuly 31, 2000