Can a heart still break, when it stopped beating?

Under different circumstances this might have worked. I mean, you're dead. You're brain has left you a couple of decades ago. You need the drugs and the drugs need you. How fowl. How indecent for someone who thinks so common. Way too common for my beliefs. Overrated and overblown, by white powder and petty grief. Can the living marry the dead? I don't think so. Once the mind is undone, all that rests is beauty without fun. I seek for union until death do us part, not for puppets to pretend life is hard. And if I struggle to cope, at least I believe next to fear there is hope. I'm never again wasting the cake, on any mind so numb and fake. For I am determined and always on track, always look forward and never look back. It's time for a change that will make a difference to last,disregarding the past and starting from scratch. Find you're own ends and other to match.


An ode to The Corpse's Bride and to those drug induced individuals...otherly known as girlfriends.