Morbid fixation
Dreaming of the dead.
Their blank eyes staring back at me, nailing into my head.
Strange wonders, makes people wonder?
Is this kid alright, was he dropped and lost his head?
The dead have more fun, laying in their caskets; not having to deal with man and his taxes.
Maybe the living should take a cue from those who were once here before, place the gun in your mouth and explode.
