Denial:
In times like these they say we should join together. But I wish to be divided and conquered, because there is no way this is real. Conquer all these thoughts, make the Wake go away. I don't believe that they are telling me the truth. You're going to come home soon, its not the first time you've left without telling me, but I know you'll be back soon.

They all lie to me, trying to fill me up to the brim with a yearning for you. Even when I saw the casket I knew it was all a hoax. Their tears flowed too freely, they were much to sad. The drama queens they are went overboard with this whole joke. Its kind of funny, how far out they went, but that's all it is meant for: a laugh.

I want to be conquered right now. It sounds good, sounds like something I need. To be redefined, start a new. Let mass armies of mourners come, take over this place where you and I once were. They'll bring food and drink, gourge themselves endlessly, then go on their way. They'll pass out their hollow trinkets of politeness, little "my condolences" here and there. But we all know its not true.

Hugs and kisses, forever and always, my condolences, make your will, stick you in the grave. Its all the same to me. Their lies are going to far, to say you're dead, to say I'm all alone now, to say I need to accept it. HAH, I am not so easily fooled. You're working overtime again, need the cash again, you're working late, you'll be home soon. I need to believe that God willed you to live, because good people like you, don't die before their time.




Reality Check:
The dead don't live again. Good people die, bad people die, healty people die, sick people die, young people die, old people die, and there is no rhyme or reason to it. And so the paper reads: "The person in question got hit by a bus that's breaks malfunctioned going down a hill. Neither party was at fault.  A name has not been released to the public and the family is having a private service." There is no denying it isn't fair...but there is also no fighting with yourself over whether or not the corpse is coming home from supper. Deny it as we might, the facts don't change.