A Lonesome Death

Blood is the road before me

Tears are the rain which falls

Loneliness overwhelms me

No one in the distance calls

The guns have all been fired

Bodies smother the ground

My foot falls are mocking

No one makes a sound

I try to help them all

There's nothing I can reveal

I can't touch the bodies

The dead cannot feel

I should scream or cry

With the scene laid out so bleak

My voice doesn't ring out

The dead cannot speak

Now I can see them rising

From the mist among the ground

Their faces distant and solemn

They don't make a sound

We all may come to unite

Each of us a drone

Falling into each other's space

We are no longer alone