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…