The Bridge.

I am the Bridge.

I am the bridge, on the road of no return.

I didn’t choose this; but now I’m beyond help.

I can feel the flame of death in my heart burn.

I live in death, and towards death I take a step.

 

I am the Bridge.

I am a collision between, two worlds in contrast.

I separate the two worlds and move towards the darker.

I feel the life slipping out of me; flowing out through my veins.

I join the two worlds and move away from the brighter.

 

I am the Bridge.

I am the balance, where life and death are equal on the scales.

I am the balance, which slowly begins to tip towards the dead.

I am the blend, where life and death are equal.

I am the blend, to which death is continuously added.

 

I am the Bridge- the Balance- the Blend.

And suddenly I am also, a heavy casket.

Not the casket, where my corpse will rest,

But a casket where your heavy gifts are set.

 

I am the Casket.

In me you have dropped cards and flowers to show love.

In me you have dropped the pity so clear in your eyes.

In me you’ve dropped jokes and laughter- but why now, when I’m deaf?

In me you have dropped questions about how it feels when one dies.

 

I am the Bridge.

I am bridge so you try and stand on me.

So that you can catch a glimpse of what lies on the other side.

But you are just as blind as me when you try.

And you try to peek further but the dead seem to hide.

 

I am the Bridge.

You want to see through me, and know what death is

Because death you seem to fear like nothing else.

And so I know your embrace is a disguise;

And so I know your love could be nothing but false.

 

I am the Bridge- the Balance- the Blend

And also a heavy Casket of your fake gifts.

But half-a-love beats none at all.

So I will gladly return, your half-hearted embrace.