The Dead

For the eyes of the unknown have watched me dearly from their presence I see clearly of what is and what was simply because. I feel those who are not there I hear their voices, knowing they stare dead to this world, they may be in their world, they await eternity. From suicide to homicide execution by man from sickness to old age the Dead all understand free from this world they have been released damnation or eternal peace For the dead have no quarrels their bodies laid to rest it's the living they feel sorry for nothing more nothing less the future is theirs to know for us, it's questionable pain shall our lives be fulfilled with purpose or saturated in vain.