When You Are Dead

He killed her, though not with his hands

Yet, over time, he strangled her to death

The squeeze, just a little tighter each time

Until finally, she gave up, and died

There was no funeral, nor no wake

There was no place, her body did lay

It wandered around, an empty shell

She continued on, she may as well

He was never arrested, he never did time

A walking dead body proves no crime

And so it went on, continued and such

When you are dead, nothing, really means much

 

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