Waking up the dead

Dead in someone's wake
there you go,
you're not living strong

Keeping all there is at stake
trying hard to croon someone else's song

Holding onto worse to make legions of reasons
appear from depths of the apparent abject glee

Stories that you hold within
and the caricatures that only breed captivity

Discern the foretaste that it's out to control
translated into madness
even reasons take their toll

Nothing is fair, nor innocent,
I keep wondering
if it'd be
how, what, when it'd accrue

My sadness in these meaningless words
and the dead first passion
that was buried in this curse

waking and wailing, the bitter demise
of all that was there to hold

Hung from the sky a hangman's noose
swinging wildly to blow the gazer's fuse
out and out the will to die
slowly make the living senile

Glowing amidst a recluse adobe
withering the winter of despair
fighting the demons in the land
and the spirits in the inner lair

Holding onto hope and just that
till the breath is full of air...