Flowers for the Dead Flores para los muertos He said to me Flores you are a flower for my corpse And you know death by the reckoning Know time by how the clock is ticking Taking every breath You need to be sustained And pray oh pray I'm not religious, sir. I see no god in this I look and look and all I find is pure bliss In the pleasures of my sins Taking what it means To be human And twisting it Into something Different? Yes perhaps And these random thoughts Not from my brain From someone else Flowing through me Caged in the catching joke of democracy I look and I see The dead. Really random #poem haha, not my thoughts at all (I promise im not crazy haha) but from a case I've been studying in law very haunting and interesting and something which I wanted to explore more so yeah..
