Literature
Black and White
I have died prematurely,
long before my time.
Though I still gasp in cold air,
I have lost lasting life.
My heart still pushes on steadily,
endlessly until the end.
But if you look into my eyes,
you will know emptiness.
So stick me in a gilded coffin:
colour my face with rouge.
Adorn me in golden jewellery that now
never will again be used.
Decorate my memory:
make me swift, smart, and kind.
Think of me as angelic,
forget who I was inside.
For I have passed away my soul
to traders on the streets.
I have left to Higher Places:
pray I don't suffocate.
"She lives now in a dreamland,"
you whisper in the night.
But remember who I've always been: