I'm lost in a place
sitting amongst the dead
It seems like home
Tey're better friends
Then the living
robots called humans
They don't take a knife
to my back.
They won't make
the wipe say Crack!
they just lie there
in the deep sleep
given to them by death
They listen and care
about how I feel.
I wish the living
can learn form the dead.
so I sit with the dead
that doesn't make me nuts
they are better then people
except that they are cold
and I don't care.
They can all
lay down and die.
They will
eventualy
come and lay down
close their eyes
when my friend death comes
to make them join
my legion of the dead