INTERPLAY The living are shadows of the dead They make noise When the dead dream in the silent dark when the dead wake the living feel sudden terror day-long loneliness It is the dead who have left home to meet their family on the way The living, day by day, age It is the dead who try to return to the world The living feel alone when they meet each other They shout "Who loves me?" It is the dead standing next to them The dead clench their teeth with contempt with revenge Because the living are always giving the dead a bad name Next |
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