Soon

I know that I will find that feeling soon.

It was something so true, so of the heart, I could have cried.

But even if I find it, what then?

I've heard you can't bring back the dead.

And memory is just a zombie of the life you had, the time long gone.

Raise as many as you want but all you have is the walking dead.

I can't live that way.

I can't live with the dead.

I must look to the future.

I must look to you.

For the future is a ghost I shall never meet.

And you, you I crave,

You who kisses deep.

For you, I would stretch out a smile

On my way to Death's Dear Mile

And become a memory all over again.