The Dead

Little raindrops linger on the crown of my headI spent my last moments listening to the deadTake a dive they saidIt won’t hurt at allThey pullAnd tugAt my will for lifeIt’s the antithesis of strifeStifle my wordsWith hymns from the graveTuck awayMy nameTheir soul has lost its purposeNow wandering in the abyssThe dead requests companyThey’ll…

I Will Be Waiting

My bones are old This casket holds what’s left of me The dead don’t need remembering They don’t need caring for neither No one listens to the dead Though we knock Scream words of advice “No don’t go down that alley” No one listens to the dead March on to life Make love to your…