I was dead,
Long dead
Before they put the
Endearing knife to
My throat,
Slitting it open;
And the comforting
Bullets in my chest
To escavate my pain.
Do not question them,
Do not charge them,
Do not prosecute them;
For i was dead
Before the whole
World saw me
Lying naked on the
Television screens;
I had told you,
I heard seen
And witnessed my own death,
But ye doubting Thomases
Wouldn't believe i was gone.
I was dead
But not because of
Kitchen knife wounds;
I was dead,
And twas not because of
Holes in my chest;
I had died long afore,
Long before i knew
I would be butchered
In the streets;
I had died,
Died of a broken heart,
Long before
My celebrated departure.
