DEAD

I see corpses, they walk around me thinking they are alive but they are dead/

Every time they lay their head/ they are on their death bed. /

 When they think they are earning their daily bread/

They are actually indulging in deathly trade. / Their lives to the devil they fed/

 So they are dead men walking, / dead men talking/

Dead men stopping/ to live so they are strolling/ back to their graves where they had already stop growing. /

I see dead people hiding in big cars/ waiting for years to pass. /

Year in year out, one tries to get out of this curse. /

 Curses brought upon on one ’s self for the things he does. /

Dead people singing songs verse after verse/

Praising the integrity that they have so scarce. / Praising life that’s perverse. /

 Trying to handle the remains this new life has. /

 They insist on holding on to what they don’t have. / Like pre-adolescent girls with bras. /

I see dead people walking in masses, / walking past churches/

For the little life that each searches, / they realize they lost it for holding on to grudges/

And notice that they lost all their chances. /

 So now they don’t live, they exist like bargains/ and before they know it their time ends. / 

They try to breathe but their breath slowly ends, /

They cry for help but now they are lonely, no friends. /

I see dead people walking into massacre, /

They walk into the death of their own character. /

This is their book and they are on the last chapter. /

 They pray and hope that they are not caught unawares at the rapture/

Coz to them the pre-life didn’t matter/

 And they didn’t hold GOOD as a factor/ that leads to a BETTER life after. /