I Am Not Dead

And now I go to rest my head
In frozen ground amidst the dead
Where living souls, they fear to tread
As well they should, I am not dead

I sleep with those long lost and gone
With those whose memories drift along
Thoughts no longer linger on
With these I sleep, still breathing calm

No I am not dead but not alive
And I'll take your life within it's prime
If question me you dare to try
And purposely lapsed knowledge revive

Do not try to understand
I make no sense to a mortal man
Your mind cannot grasp just what I am
And ignorant curiousity damns

And you want no knowledge of hell
Trust me, on this I know very well
I would have done better to hide, to quell
Than to become this hollowed shell

Instead I rest in cold, hard ground
With the dead and rotting underground
Where nothing else can make a sound
And silence my companion here, down

Down in the depths of frigid burning
You think you hear the dead souls yearning
But they yearn not, they're gone and churning
Slowly into dust; I alone am turning

The screams you hear are not of terror
But frustration mounting at my error
Were cleverer I would not be the bearer
Of this news, I am the sharer

I am the proof of ignorant thoughts
Of the dangers that questioning wrought
Had I kept silent, I would not have been caught
And left to dwindle, left to rot

And now I go to rest my head
In frozen ground amidst the dead
Where living souls, they fear to tread
As well they should, I am not dead.