it slipped escaped

as i closed those then throbbing lids

and yet they call me a corpse,

i sealed them for long

as it all felt wrong

and yet they call me a corpse,

it feels like a vegetable

from all the time they chanted

i'm non creditable

and yet they all call me a corpse,

now tell me why

are they all high

about me being a corpse?

when i feel everything but peace.

a state where i don't have to cease,

cease anything from anywhere.

remember she who's afraid 

will go bounding

a circle that never exists,

just like her.

and am telling you

there's no story such as one

that needs to be told,

to be heard,

to be recognised.

yet again after all this time 

i'm all but a corpse!

to them....................

            -$#@$