I asked to see Mommy corporeal please, bring her back to this dimension it has been seven years to many for my tears I do not want to see her in a dream or imagine her I don’t want her...

Were it mine to count your days Preset all the ways Your life could twist and turn This event, I would delete or burn As your breathing slowly dies down The scavenger crowd lingers on, curiously Grotesquely, your life ceases...

The living dead they walk among us wake up take a breath, go to work go on tea go on lunch, go home go to hell, then back again, every single day. They are the invisible ones we pass on...