envious of the dead
those for whom time disregards
and with no warring thoughts in their minds.
resting in peace…
hopefully.
I do hate to think of armies of men
all dressed in white and on their knees
worshipping one they've never loved
and just hoping for some peace
Just the same there is no flames
kissing upon those with blackened eyes
looking up towards the skies
with no skin no nerves they feel no pain
my soul exists in my brain.
take me back to how it was before I was born.
I love you mother. I love you brother. I love you sisters.
I would love to walk with you on distant shores
but i believe we're the water.


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