The dead can’t live
A life I’m living.
The dead can’t feel,
The suffering, the anguish I’m feeling
The dead can’t understand,
The love I’ve given,
The hate I’ve received in return
The dead is but one soul
Of calmed chaos.
That could understand me,
The same way a light pole would.
It simply shined a light I never see,
The darkness I never feel
and You, my messenger.
Be not afraid.
For you have once again
Saved me,
Delivered me truth,
That stabbed my heart so bad,
From a friend so loved,
From a friend so trusted.
I’m sorry, it could not
Be the same.
Now, that light has be shone.
A path now led is where,
Footsteps of mine shall trail
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