Poetry of the dead

If you remember what they said to you

The nights keep on counting

Till the days end up in something

I've walked down this road

No one showed me their soul

Till your footsteps cryed the true

No one wants to kick out the blues

Oh but skys are dead

Got so full of deamons no one plead

Cause if your alive no one cares

Till the day your life comes to the end

Voices of the night

That told me to seek to fly

Poetry of the dead if you

Remember what they said to you