Dead

Sleepless dead above the bed,
Crawling through the night,
Spiny bodies, Skinny souls
wondering around

Dreams are heard
Minds are read
life's are running around.

Burning souls,
Aching hearts,
A knife's piercing a mind.

Theirs no love,
in this soul,
so whats the point of it.

Burring a life alive
with nothing to go by

Continuing a routine that will never end in a the life ahead.
As lives continue to drop.

In their sleepless nights
The dead will awake
In their skinny, spiny body of the dark life.