A Call For Burial

Never have you a knowledge so sound About a restless spirit bored beyond bear Whose pain and presence the living ones abound Just Aerial soul pervades senses with lively fear Terror in a household that has no hands in your death Over the presence of your death bored we are as u this bands Your terrifying lovely visit our hearts it tethered to terror on this earth We never wish you dead, the pain our senses it brands Every one here experiences you in our dreams Beckoning us for burial as though we were dead Our hearts in a wake with thunderous fear stricken in realm How then do we appease your restless soul, the dead?