Dreaming dreams never dreamed before am I even myself anymore? They sink my grave and set the stone you walk away and you let me go. Here I am, now alone as a ghost with flesh and bone I rot as my loved ones cry and watch scenes of a wasted life. My forgotten memories line a hallway with all my failures on display a circus of souls and a burning cross a portrait of everyone I've ever lost. No one is waiting for me. A sea of sound and a sky of light born again in the dead of night. Stars watch me like crying eyes waking up again in the place where i died. Never alive but not quite dead hanging on to words unsaid at last the dream is over I lay awake inside a coma. I see everyone again the living, dead and the unborn. I've seen things I'll never forget the memories of the afterlife. No one is waiting for me. No one is waiting for me.