..Mountains of people die each and every year from diseases
But to where they end up after death we have no reasons
Do they come back as a different person or creature
The same person in a different year but same featers..

Paranoia of emotions run rapidily down cold veins at night
After a loved one dies and I believe they're still in my sight
Go to bed & cry alone close my eyes to see a odd vision
..Wake Up..
Believe life still exists under the casket is my prediction
Tears of denied bliss let me capture images of the past
Or future of the man I once talked to showing me contrast
Holding his hands out in my dreams but I can't touch
Struggling with your demies but your still resembling a crutch
Dressed in all white are you an angel now in the heavons
Here tobe my guardian & to answer my tears questions
Provide me with courage to elavate my angelic passion
To smile at me through dreams of positive compassion
For nobody believes I still feel your soul or hold our bond
People tell me your in the clouds in the heavons beyond
Is that true will you speak to me with your voice of power
Help me bloom into the sun as does the prettiest flower
No answer or beckon just a lost spirite un-united to god
Whom I believe underestimated the weather of emotional fog

..Days past I started to realise people died and didn't exist
Over the hate of god an the craving of slitting my wriste
The visions stopped answers didn't get remotly explained
Frowned at my thesis for it was an act of my selfish pain..

Until I started seeing my uncle again in day light activities
Didn't react to me I figured it was just my minds creativity
No more jumping to conclusion people reacted in sin
Told me I was in guilt these actions were bound to begin
Interested in why this was happening I'll apt to the show
Take it as it is until the string breaks & the memeries go
Tears hiddin I left them behind no more aginy taken my pride
Pray to god for help to take away the demons deep inside
Tricks being played in my head by the emotion achieved
Grasping for air but these scenes are taking the air I breath
..I Should Stop Running..
Maybe this is happening for a reason to ensure the love
Maybe heavons on earth not in the white clouds above
Started going to the hospital to talk to kids in my position
Took notes to see they were in my boat just nobody listened
A lot of people denied the fact the dead are around us
Nobody wants to sound different so the truth isn't a trust
It is a painted lie a picture covered in a mask for the dead
I'll grasp my visions for souls relive after the wooden bed

..Death is birth boundries are just sometimes denied
Interacting with the lost souls shouldn't be deprived
For when my uncle died I could see him in dreams
Feel him beside me keep hold dead love by any means..

...Somethings are unexplainable but this is loves work
When somebody dies and you still think you see them,
don't deny that fact you did, grasp the ability to do so.
We share past present & future souls on our home...
For heavon is a a place on Earth