Dead Souls Alive
Dead souls alive
A deep soiled grave is where I lay as if to say why
The skies clouds rain but I cannot see it but hear its cries
The sun baked the ground above me but I am cold skeletal darkened denied
No one knows I am here except the murderer and of course I
He sleeps tonight alive and in warmth but I can see he cannot forget but he does try
He dreams every night of the time he almost killed me then buried me still alive
I am in purgatory until this land is consecrated while worms crawl around my carcass putrefied
Death comes easy compared to having a soul that will never find its way to freely fly
My soul can travel to places of my past and people I knew while they are by
Sometimes I can talk to family when they are sad and tell them it’ll be alright
The future is tenuous as for me it’s something impossible until they catch the killer and only then may I rest for the rest of my life.
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