The Commemoration of My Fake Death

Sunrise 11/19/1985, Sunset 06/13/2015 to Present

Deep lacerations on both my arms

Four pints of blood gone

I don't know who I charmed 

But I was alive and death I had conned 

Today I feel like I did a year ago, that night

In and out of consciousness feeling like a ghost

"Don't fucking touch me, let me die, that's my right."

I remember rambling to the police my intelligence I did boast

How idiotic when I was dumb enough to try and leave my lady and my son

"Stay with me Jonathan, what were you drinking tonight?"

"Wild Turkey and shots of... I'm done"

"Stay with me Jonathan... Hey [...] isn't Wild Turkey what you like?"

Fire fighters are heroes, I suppose

Suicide watch felt lonely 

"Do you want some underwear? You don't have to be exposed." 

"Why are you here? It should be me only." 

"What year are we in?" "2009"

"Do you know where you are?" "Yes, in high school."

They expected a man handcuffed to a hospital bed to be fine

"What year are we in?" "2015" "You're not insane or a fool."

My lady brought me food everyday

The hospital food I couldn't eat 

It had to be food served in hell everyday

From her love and care I could not retreat

"We're going to have to keep you in the hospital for seven more days

Maybe longer..."

"I understand what I did. I won't do it again. I was in a sullen daze." 

"Well, we must ensure that you're not a danger... that you're stronger." 

Door off hinges 

I arrive home and immediately grab my power drill

I fix the door so burglar's can't binge

My son walks up the steps and smiles in shock to see that his father is real

I died a year ago, exactly one year

And lived to tell how I survived death

So death I no longer fear

I'm going to live forever for my son's breath