The Supremacy of Death in Poetry

You took everything away
Crossed out my name
And made me run away
I prisoned myself
Deep inside a dark cave
Because I wanted no one to see
I was defeated by a lie
But it woke up my mind

I felt a mixture
Of hate and pain
Thought endlessly about death
And how life might be
If I was ripped
Straight out of history
How can I be selfish
For wanting die
When no one
Gave a shit
Or any time
To understand my life

What does my life
Matter to you anyways
It is not like
You’ll visit the cemetery
But you might walk over my name
And I never asked for this
You forced it upon my soul
Chained my memories
To my brain
I suffer every night
I had to escape
And take flight
Hoping one day
You’d understand
When you read my name
Carved on my grave