I m not dead yet

Was it a strong word that spilled the last drop
Or maybe the wrong thought poured poison inside?
Was it a blunt bullet straight to the heart
Or maybe the sharp knife that stabbed from behind?

[Whoever opened the door now freed hope to the rest
For I lie on the floor with a hole in my chest.]

But I’m not dead yet
Please don’t go, please don’t go away
For I’m not dead yet
Please come back, please come back – stay

Denying is not lying, letting go is not forgiving.
For once I don’t want to start over life running ahead...
And rather pick up what’s lost and join back the living -
At last I am fine with what I have...or I “had”?

[This lovely stain is a picture in blood.
I know that it’s lame but it is my last art...]

No, I’m not dead yet
I’m not cold, I’m not cold – I’m just pale
For I’m not dead yet
I’m still here, I’m still near – I just fell

The puzzle is solved as the pieces combined.
Here’s the full picture! Now you know the plot.
The drama is near over and it’s time to rewind.
Could one find a moral? It seems I can not.

[This loose plaid got weaved as the threads intertwined
To whose side it was drawn from where I used to lie?]

For I’m not dead...