the envy of the dead

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.