Caskets

Interpret this how you will

Roses fall on caskets,
like devils play in ashes.

You're my original sin,
my crucifixion,
my act of contrition.

Pull my thread of fate like an old wool sweater,
set me ablaze like a piece of dead wood so you feel better,
use me for all the wrong reasons, it doesn't matter.

Because when the dead awake and begin to walk,
they'll learn to run and then they'll start to talk.

So start running, make peace with your sins,
because this time, I'm the one who wins.

Author's Note

let me know how it made you feel please. confused, somber, etc.

Reviews

[dan]

Dillon, There is a lot of power generated by your wording. How this made ME feel? Glad that I was able to read this and feel the heat given off by the narrator (who may or may not be the devil) saying, "...I'm the one who wins." It takes talent to pack a strong punch into a short write but you have done so superbly. I will gladly read more of your work. Well done! take care...dan

[Dillon M. M.]

Thank you so much for your review, I'm so glad you enjoyed it, Dan. Take care!

[KaoticOrder]

very eerie. i interpret it as from the point of view of The Grim Reaper speaking to humans about death and reincarnation. that's just what i see in it. it's deep and beautifully worded.