The dead never rest there is no sleep on the other side
That is a ****** function just like breathing and eating
Beyond the veil they watch us, they scream, they devour
Each and one another to be heard by us and understood by
Themselves yearning for what we have that they have lost
To be felt and in this mortal world man is an angel
That can also be a demon, yet the living know no such
Things of horror nor torment for to monsters their
Exists no such thing as God and Heaven and Hell are both
Becoming of our world if only we could reach the abyss,
Climb the stairs, find the door.
Oh how many souls will it take?
Oh how many lives must be lost?
Before the threshold cries foul and the
Fires and the flood beckons eternity and we are relinquished.


ELEETE J MUIR