Dickinson fell dead and she then felt
A Funeral go on in her Brain.
She saw herself Die quite insane.
And at her grave, her daughter knelt.
And I can feel a Funeral right now.
It is all happening right now.
With mourners chanting and boots stomping.
The air is muddy and I’m still alive.
I’m walking gently and walking slowly
the same way they lower
the casket into the ground
without any sound
the friends gather around
and soon I’m just a mound
beneath the ground.
With a heart still beating
in a jar, away from me.
It is beating and it’s bleeding
swollen and starved,
my heart, it’s seething
with the rage of someone hurt
tear and blood drops on a shirt
hair tangled with sweat and dirt
All of these years and nothing learnt.
A Funeral go on in her Brain.
She saw herself Die quite insane.
And at her grave, her daughter knelt.
And I can feel a Funeral right now.
It is all happening right now.
With mourners chanting and boots stomping.
The air is muddy and I’m still alive.
I’m walking gently and walking slowly
the same way they lower
the casket into the ground
without any sound
the friends gather around
and soon I’m just a mound
beneath the ground.
With a heart still beating
in a jar, away from me.
It is beating and it’s bleeding
swollen and starved,
my heart, it’s seething
with the rage of someone hurt
tear and blood drops on a shirt
hair tangled with sweat and dirt
All of these years and nothing learnt.