It's that place in your mind
Where the dead shall never die
No matter how deep you bury the hatchet
The stain of their soul is still upon your own
In time between dusk and dawn
When thoughts stir and awaken
And congregate to that place in your mind
Where the dead have never slept
Behind curtains of conscious
Locked with the unconscious
To take their hands around you
When you've almost forgotten them
And solidify your heart with icy terror
Then retreat back to the place in your mind
Where you dare not go
For fear of the dead who have not yet died
Who won't sleep
Until you lay beside them
Six feet deep