Why do the dead come back

They come back in to your dreams

Their memory seldom fades

The lives you’ve took

Come back to you

Both wake and in your dreams

They look into your eyes

And take bits of your soul

No matter how long its been

That they’ve been in that hole

They hurt the little children

You put them in the ground

But they come for you every night

Always holding you down

Your dreams are so intense

Gruesome, that’s for sure

You relive the execution

It weighs heavy on your soul

You cary this

Every day

No matter how long you live

The eyes, they own you

No matter what you give.