Originally Posted by
Emily
I crashed my funeral, to see who was there
Every fucker had a memory to share
With a hymn, song, sage in the air
Spring breeze, whispered a prayer
....Forgiving my insecurities...
...I died for my impurities...
Loving the first line. This reminds me of the first time I read Tom Sawyer. He crashes his own funeral in that one and gets to see what everyone thinks of him by the number of people and the reactions they have. Turns out he was loved a whole lot more than he thought. Difference here is... I love this hostile tone. Almost like you want the show to move on. Kind of a judgmental scorn on those who would ‘forgive’ you for things that aren’t even wrong of you to have. Maybe some memories shared aren’t even memories you like, or perhaps they simply feel forced and not genuine. I like that you say you died for your impurities, rather than it being voiced by someone else. I don’t know how to describe the feeling. It’s a shift in thought, jumping from one thing to the next. I mean, fuck, wouldn’t we all be having a million thoughts in a minute if we watched our own funeral?
Coffin, flowers, brandy
Dirt in my eyes but I still see
me taken out, a little after three
backed with a symphony
- of what could have been
- faces of sin
Dirt in your eyes. A foreshadowing of being buried, huh? That’s what I got out of that. Some dark shit we’re playing with. I like it. A little after three. I mean hey, three’s a bit of a devil’s number; hello there Em. I see you. Or it could just be the chosen number of the time the procession began. I prefer looking at it that way. Or… the holy trinity. The musical air is rich with emotion. Sadness, anger, potential, evil. Your procession backed with the faces of sinner’s, as we all have sinned at some point. Leaving behind a trail of woulda coulda shoulda’s.
I'm wax, a beautiful bastard
in a two dimensional view
So I've almost got this perspective of a painting. Beautiful wax bastard staring back. This view of you in the coffin with eyes closed.
Gone before my time
I left some shit behind
Don't we all? Whether it's by death or moving on to a new place or a new mental state; we leave something behind. Could be the past in any shape or form. Friends, enemies, tragedies, laughs, smiles, the multiple faces of nostalgia. We leave them behind, especially if it was too early to leave.
To my fake friends
You missed the deadline again
Drink up, be merry, hearty
Enjoy the after party
Hah! I like that. Reminds me of false friends who show up late and don’t contribute anything to a party except for them drinking a shit ton of booze and never ever repaying that back in anyway. Fuck that noise. Reminds me of one funeral I went to where I just couldn’t bring myself to really be merry and a lot of other people around me were drinking and laughing and everything else. I know everyone mourns in their own way but that day I couldn’t bring myself to live in hearty talks with all the laughter. But, I get a somewhat similar vibe. Something sarcastic. A derisive judgment veiled with kindness. Just another day they can take you for granted.
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