The Dead Watch Us
They watch us beneath their crypts
Laughing at our victories and hidden sins
They rejoice with our pain and misery
They turn at us hungry of company
We always forget what lies under the ground
That they can sense us – The putrid crowd
Oblivious of time – Ever somewhere in the present
Crawling through the night – Our dark’s their element
The dead watch us
They beg for forgiveness
We are what they were
Alive shells full of emptiness
The dead watch us
They are our ghosts wandering
Wanting to come home
The knock on our doors was never the wind
The dead watch us
They prey for our prayers
They die a different life
Who’s their Lord or Creator
The dead watch us
They always have been
They are aware of us
They see what we’ve never seen
The dead watch us – They always have been
Many but none – They can’t be seen
They’re dead with soul – Nothing’s what it seems
They hope – We are their desires and dreams
“Save me” – They whisper in our nightmares
Empty – Are their mouths to repeat our prayers
Sunken eyes – Watching us from where Death lies
Thunderous cries – Echoing in our mindless minds
“The Dead Watch Us”
António Eryx Santos
03:33/15-08-1996
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira