Walking with the Dead

A tribute to to deceased brothers

Walking on the dead. 

This intoxicated, cemetery stroll. 

Loss of brothers and friends.... 

Circled by a murder of crows. 

Lives kindled by death. 

Burning an eerie, potent glow. 

Walking with the dead. 

My heart seems to turn cold. 

Although walking with them still... 

it allows me to grow. 

Striving endless hours, 

to let sobriety take it's toll. 

They've simply journeyed first 

to the awakening of the soul. 

It will be a blink of an eye, 

before I'm walking with the living. 

Insight strikes like lightning. 

I can hear the thunder roll.