Will You Still Resent Me? _ Death
Will You Still Resent Me? _ Death


What if I'm not just death
But, an unfaltering sleep
Which twists your miseries
Into an everlasting dream?
What if this six feet coffin
Comforts you like a castle
As you lack human senses
To feel the solitude of grave?
What if these pats of drizzle
Liberate those honest tears
That were locked underneath
Your bitter smiles of pride?
What if this soft breeze
Blows out your burning rage
With pure affection fo
r which
You could live a beggarly life?
What if these pretty flowers
Blossom your unrequited love
To sprout an immortal love story
That you couldn't aquire in lifetime?
What if this person's eulogy
Writes a sincere apology that
Moves your lifeless heart to
start your bond all over again?
What if I'm that sweet illusion
Which freeds you from anguish
To a perpetual fantasy of bliss,
Will you still resent me?