Back To Life (Shitty Poem)

The Hold Steady got me real interested
in how a resurrection would really feel,
so I decided that to be reborn, first
I was gonna have to die
so I did.  I volunteered for the funeral
pyre, besting the other virgins,
getting marked to lead the way through
this endless days finally ending in a blaze.

For four long months, I stayed
dead.  There's really no point to a
resurrection if you can't stay
dead long enough.  So, I stayed
dead just long enough, but today,
I decided it was time for resurrection.

The people's faces have
changed.  Their words have different
meanings.  Their smiles have different
warmth.  Their lives have different
paths.  Everything so different.

See, how a resurrection really feels is like
loneliness.  You limp hard on worn-out heels,
but you make it through, and that's its own reward.
Making it through is the reward for the pain of resurrection.