When you ask questions to dead men
You don't get answers
Or to a box of ashes by a fireplace:
Is that you there?
What are you?
Where are you?
I shudder to think you can see me
That you can know all my secrets
But sometimes I wish you could be here
When I need you
When I am truly sad
Or for those proud moments
Whenever they come
Most of the time I'd rather
You simply be that box
Those ashes
Like praying to an abandoned god
Only in times of despair
The thought of you being
Both somewhere else
Perhaps somewhere better
And here at the same time
I only entertain in mourning
When I die
I merely want to cease existing
For it all to just end
Total blackness
A profound nothingness
None living can conceive
How peaceful that would be
But I still need you
And a little part of me
I don't let anybody see
Peeks over my shoulder
For your ghost
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