The Mark Of The Dead

Blood of the dead run through my veins
Poisoning me with memories
That taints my lungs
Suffocating my faith

Lies fold together like brain tissue
Forming the perfect wall
Protecting me from the truths
That you try to imprint upon me
Reading my convictions
Layering guilt like clothes during winter

Movies dance in my eye lids
Covering the scene for what it is
And putting what I want to see
Providing the illusion that your still here

Us, Together again
Your thoughts implanted into my being
Living within my mind
But not reaching my heart
Leaving it sedated
So the wounds’ pain is no longer inflicted
Upon the soul that you helped shape