See all the skeletons
All the corpses
All the zombies
All the useless bags of flesh
Going through the world
Remembering life
Not alive
Not knowing
Only memories
Don't even know they're dead
Ignorant fools
Dead now
Dead in the past
Dead in the future
Always dead
Doing the same things
As those still living
Trying to deny
Their own death
Why do they lie?
Why do the refuse to accept
That they're just
Lumps of organic matter
With no reason to keep going
They don't affect the world
Not really
They should all just curl up
In they're graves.