Dead before death.

Dead before death.

Should you ever look me in the eyes,
to tell the truth of death?
Rot in hell my feeble brain -
that's been dying for way too long.
Shallow thoughts compromise words,
that linger in my head.
And, useless tears fall from the eyes
of someone who never knew life.

His memories sting as a bee stings air,
burning sensations increase -
with make believe fantasies inside.
For, it's more than love that's got us down;
but a broken up family without hope.
I seen it in his eyes the day that we walked out,
pain, confusion confined by loneliness
without a word to be said.

I can't seem to find answers that
never leave my mind.
They're drifting about the weakened likeness,
compared to my word compromises.
Firing up a battle within, fighting to win -
don't die on me tonight, my darling father,
though you died so long ago,
deep within yourself.

Inside you knew the truth,
your pain would finally end.
And, since no man can feel his death,
he hides his sin within.
But, the pain from all his past
haunts his future doings;
taking away the man I need,
killing him before his death.

"To himself everyone is immortal;
he may know that he is going to die,
but he can never know that he is dead:.:
Was written on your stone -
how on earth they thought of that?
I've not a clue -
for you were dead so long ago,
just making your way through.