The church bells are ringing, ringing, ringing
Telling the whole world that I am now dead
Odd how few mourners the sound is bringing
Testament to such a life as I lead.
All of my life I have kept to myself
Never a laugh, a kind word, or a smile
Keeping my heart in a box on a shelf
Walking my path alone, mile after mile
Dreams never lit the pale darkness at night
Nor did epiphanies grace my cold mind
I simply stopped living ‘til morning’s light
Then heeded sunrise like one deaf and blind
Tomorrow meant nothing, yesterday less
Time passed on by, but I just didn’t care
I would wake up asking if God would bless
One whose soul had no purpose being there
In minutes, it seemed, the decades flew past
I didn’t keep track; each day was the same
I merely existed until, at last,
The blackness of sweet oblivion came
So now I am lying, lying, lying
Tucked in a coffin—my eternal bed
Strange how they claim ‘twas I who was dying
How can you die when you’ve always been dead


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