Memories Of A Corpse

I have no idea of how I died,
I don't know whether it was murder, or was it suicide?
My body lies motionless in this casket.
People who could have cared look at my corpse,
Yet no one cries, not one sheds a tear.

Dead to the world am I,
Gone forever, never to return.
My soul has drifted off to the sky,
Or most would think.
But they don't know.

For these are the memories of a corpse,
As we lie dead and waiting.
Not sure of how we died,
But aware of everything around.
Aware of what is going to happen.
But lost to everything,

These are just memories,
Worthless and useless,
Not needed for the worlds ears.
Innocent is the world,
Deaf to all that could be.
They cannot hear our screams,
Or our cries,
For these are just the facts of a corpse
The memories.