Nomke - Real Death מוות אמיתי

Death is real
Someone’s there and then they’re not
And it’s not for singing about
It’s not for making into art
When death enters the house, all poetry is trivial
When I walk into the room where you were
And look into the emptiness instead of you
All fails
Knees fail
Brain fails
Words fail
Drained of tears, struck by mourning
I go out to the yard and you still get mail
A week after you died a package with your name on it came
And inside there was a gift for Adi that you had ordered in secret
I collapsed on the porch, it’s not fair
A backpack for when she goes to kindergarten a couple years from now
You were looking ahead to a future that
Deep down you knew wouldn’t include you
Though you grasped at the cliff, eventually you fell
Swallowed by a silence that’s awesome and real
It’s dumb
And I don’t want to learn anything from this
I love you

Written by:
Phillip Whitman Elverum, Noam Sadan

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