I can't find this "closure"
So many speak of on this day
What you have taken
What you have plied from my breast
and heart and soul...
I will never rest
I am undone, undone
for what has been done

I cannot close my eyes
Screaming murals paint my lids
Hell is where I live
I cannot end this here
I cannot let you sleep
You must never rest
You have slaughtered
Not One...No!
Over and over Again
You have taken my only son
and you have taken me
I am the Walking Dead

I will not be there
I will not watch another
Mother
Lose a son
I know she lost him
Long ago. Long Ago...
But, hope she may have,
I can't look in her eyes
I can't look in her eyes
I'll know her eyes will see
What I have seen
Over and over again


I cannot let this go
I cannot turn away
from the pain
still so much
Alive
Inside
and
I
Cannot
See
Now...   (Too Late. Too Late.)
You
Die

I cannot watch
I asked them,  "Why?"
They heard my plea...
And still?
They will
Kill.
Kill?
Kill!

but, that won't bring back my son

I am the walking, screaming Dead
Enough.
Enough.

The Time draws near.
It's worse, it's worse for me
and
I
feel
Your
Mother
Somewhere
Here
Beside me in this
Frozen Hell.

Midnight

We are the walking dead
This mother I can't see
and
me

It will never be over, I spit
the
word
closure
Out
with the vomit
of
my
silent
screams...


You are gone and I wonder
About my son,
your mother,
this
"closure"...
and
know
it is now
no
better.



We cannot find our sons