The Afterlife
I want to made a pact with you. A pact that safeguards us in the future. A pact that helps us survive the aging memories. I don't have the physical conscious throughout the day anymore but the mind remembers. It feels like afterlife now. We lived, we separated, we died, we tried to resurrect the dead, carried the corpse around for days and then (tried to) kill it at our own time. Rather allowed it die. Or for it to try. Now I know what it feels like to see the soul of the dead around like a ghost. Although the ghost is more of a respite now. You see, it's lighter. The only thing left to complete this madness is to meet you again, later in the afterlife. I'd prefer the slope of cloud nine over the rainbow shrine. I said that to make it rhyme but what's your choice? I want to make a pact to save our memories from the perils of time, that we'll remember to bare it all, I'll ask for a dance and you'll deny like old times and then we'll talk, laugh, gaze into each other's eyes and smile.
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