Dead Portrait

Volume 2

When I die, I don't need anyone next to me.
I want it to be written on a page;
A book, a brain, an eye, based on sculpture...
That way I know you will remember me.
I just want you to remember me

Draw me with the paint-full of pen you see,
An illustration of a good or bad.
Highlight my mistakes on the edges,
Let them see ,
And remember me for me.



Remind you of my past and life,
My choices held no regret,
But judge me with that democratic eye,
Asses me with boundless depth,
Remember me.

And maybe,
Perhaps,
That way, I'll be secure and satisfied,
That the life I lived was not wasted.
Please carry out my death wishes.







And maybe,
Perhaps,
That way you'll remember me,
Unforgettably...
For centuries.

Author's Note

Dedicated to the song: Centuries, Fall out Boy. This is VOLUME2of the poetical series I'm doing dedicated to this song. Keep up for more 😉 and suggestions and comments would be appreciated. Also, what kind of subject you want me to write about based on this song would be welcomed!

Reviews

[J. J. Nightingale]

I've never heard the song you write about..
But I do understand the need to be immortalized ..
To be thought of for ever and ever....praised
Centuries past our existence ..
I think being loved, and thought of as loving
Is a more sought after epitaph..

I wish to be remembered for my Heart....

Interesting !!!

Jazz..

[The Waterlily Pad]

Thanks for your review... And you are right as wisdom is concerned... - WaterLily

[J. J. Nightingale]

You are welcome.....:)...