The Dead
Look at the dead
Smiling at me
I look back
Afraid of what I'll see
I see my father
All nice and clean
But when I see his eyes
All I do is scream
Empty holes
Like a desolate night sky
I stare and stare
And wonder why
Hast thou forsaken me
Am all my fears
I look back and understand
What happened during all those years
The dead are my friends
They give me love
But not anymore
Than the One above...
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