Question to Ask You

Let me ask you

Do you know what it’s like

and

Do you like it?

Being dead while you’re alive

Sounds glamorous

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Do you know what it’s like?

And

Is it alright

To tell you how every time

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Let me ask you

Do you ever see

How my sickness crawls

its way through me

And the tears I cry

Are not of salt

Not from the eye

But my soul bleeding

Draining red until dry

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Let me ask you?

Would you rent my body

Would you want to

Stow away beautifully?

A seemingly fine vessel

I would too

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Let me tell you

If only I could trade my mind

With all the hues

The reds of rage

The blues of truth

Trade in my heart

For something new

A bit more healthy

And less abused

Maybe then

There in that frame

I’d win control

My soul, my name

Never again to be used

Maybe then

I would have

a better question to ask you.