They are among us.

Either living or dead someone will always be there.

 The black smoke

The firey choke

The smell of burning souls

The unbinding thread

The unfaithful dead bow before thy

The walk among us 

The talk among us

As bombs fall

as Lives fall they survive

Holding on to loved ones tight

Until they meet again

In the next night

Living in a hole meant for one

Sleeping in a bed meant for one

Where does that leave us?

The broken and the sick

Are we thrown in the gutters

to rot like pigs

Don't forget to hopeless

Or the hopeless will forget you