It's ok you know

no need to worry

I am one of them

and I always talk to the dead

  

They love to hear about love

knowing here it still prevails

they push me to the edge

so eager to know more

  

Talking of love to the dead

they know it rips my soul apart

splits my mirror of truth

so sometimes I lie to them

  

Where beauty begs for forgiveness

I drag the lost to light

yet I am still asked by them

knowing I am one of the dead

  

No tenderness do you get

just want and want of the living

I pity those that fear the end

for the dead know the end is coming

  

  

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris