Among The Dead:

As I sit among the dead and take a look around
The eerie silence sends shivers up and down my spine
I tell myself you’re sleeping
And so that is why you’re not speaking
Or even moving
The dead can’t move but sometimes I just like to imagine
Sometimes I like to stare at your grave and imagine
Your chest rising and falling and falling and rising
Just like it did when you were alive
Your face is a puzzle in the depths of my mind
Your voice is a distant sound that I am scared of forgetting
Desperately willing memories to keep me alive
Memories that they say will fade away
So I sit on the ground beside you
And empty out my heart.

I sit here for hours and hours, shedding tears until I am spent
Wishing the days were longer and the nights short
So that I can lay here beside you and fall asleep too
Because lately I haven’t been able to stop myself from crying for you
Lately I have been wishing that I was dead … too.