The Dying Dead have not Died

What’s dead, has died; no longer alive,
Immortally; a myth, does not exist,
If this is real, then what I feel is fake,
Ignore, I must, what I feel while ‘wake.

For what has died, is dead, no longer living;
The reborn are illusions of the delusional.
My dreams must have spilt into my reality,
As my heart soars towards nothing.

What’s gone has died, and is dead,
My emotions are zombies, roaming
This plain; a baron land they wander,
Lost in confusion, lead by wonder.

In death, something dies, and ceases to exist,
This must hold true, for whom I miss;
No longer in my arms, no longer I can kiss;
I pray and pray, but my arms remain empty.

They say the dead are at peace,
But why they must rest on my heart?
Haunted by memories, that roll down my cheek.
Taunted by voices; the lonely are weak.

I wish to rest, to be at ease;
But I don’t believe; The dead die,
And are no longer alive,
My heart still beats, and I wonder why.

Passion died along with love,
Yet I swear I’ve seen them ‘round,
I feel them in my hands, and my heart,
Although we’re worlds apart;

I wish to rest, to be at ease;
But I all I need is to believe,
That the air is thick with her,
And my arms are no longer empty

What’s dead has died, no longer alive,
But I’ll argue that is a lie.


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