For all the wrong reasons

Library of the Dead.

The page down here don’t hold records of us,
As I’ve gone, I’d be forgotten.
Rest In Peace is your subtle goodbye
to our stars that crossed the Great Sky.
If you miss gossiping, seek my headstone,
Talk of life, turning on its own.
It could grow lonely here if angels sleep,
so don’t fret if I’m in your dreams.

Do not bring me back like Prophet Samuel,
Heaven is real without Judas.
Don’t let the demons eat you in your sleep,
face them while the light is shining.
If you wake up lonely, look to the moon
whisper a prayer in the wind.
I’d be there my friend, I’d be there.

Ruddapoet [TRCP]