Myself In Morgue

Myself In Morgue

A Poem by Kayla K

We have written this poem together, hope you appreciate it!
Let the past you die, the ashes of self now rain into metamorphosis. Remember the old you at fatal blossom, but you are meant to grow from it into a much better person as the author of your own plant destined. Think of it like this, why forget your past, remembering every moment in full form good or evil grants you who you become. *Cackles darkly* Yeah, um, not so much, serious tone. Be all you can be as you set out to NOT be in the dead body morgue. Life is for those who put an effort out there to face it with bravery and supreme authoritative hiatus. ~ Courtney Moise


Direction orchid reasonable lanes,

vine wrap promise candy canes.


Morgue inductee,

little old me.

Past person product,

on the shelf linings,

teddy bear autumn violet tree.


Myself to myself,

there's so much to do,

sweep out the dirty and

bring in with the agent stew!


A new soul created,

made fresh and new,

but not pure perfection,

all the way through.


For the scars are there,

the depression reminds.

Myself still in morgue,

kept in chains and binds


Imperative memories,

crystal clear flashbacks,

the dark dreary days

where depression attacks


But morgue days are over,

no need to return.

Leave that darkness,

but remember the cavern.





The past is the past. Such a common phrase, a phrase suggesting that you should forget about everything from your past. In your life, people will tell you to erase your past, but if you remember your past, you will have a much brighter future. Maybe you have a dark past, and you'd prefer forgetting it ever happened. But your past is always with you. The depression you used to feel isn't gone. It could come back. And if you erase it, there's a great chance it will come back. But if you remember it, remember how horrible depression was, you'll fight harder than ever to stay out of it. Fight against the darkness. Do not dream numb. Keep yourself away from the morgue, knowing that the morgue is no place to be. ~ SupernovaSavior

© 2011 Kayla K

Author's Note

Kayla K
The first part is Courtney's, and the part in italics is what I wrote. All credit for the first part goes to Courtney

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You guys collab so well together :) It turned out in pure perfection!

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beautiful. By far the best I've read. You and Courtney are amazing.

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