While I sit
On the gravestone
The dead
They scream at me
Sure they are dead
But they scream at me
From Hell
And Heaven
And their
Graves
I clasp my hands
over
My ears and I cry
out
To them
Shut up you dead people!
You cannot speak!
You are dead!
Oh God how those corpses
Lying beneath the soil
Beneath my feet scream
Up at me
They scream the deafening screams
Of silence
The silence Oh Dear God
The silence how it claws at my ears
And eats away at me.
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