The dead want naught

 Take some
Of my inner peace
A small sum
That adds up to nothing
Dried up of tears
Over those who died
Years ago
Broken, and numb
A line you won't cross
Tell me, what's it worth?
Letting go
Walking on
Moving forwards
Moving on
Is it worth all the memories
That you can barely recall
Or is it worth the melodies
That you don't play at all
All the disappointment
That lives free of rent
Camped up, squatting
Deep inside your head
The dead want naught
They ask for nothing
The dead want naught
Souls that left their bodies
Floating across
The endless expanse
Laying beyond
What we call "space"
Unconstrained by time
Unchained by years
Their youth is irrelevant
They need not shed tears
So move on
Let go of their expectations
Your path is not
Someone else's destination
Infectious laughter
Is always emanating
From those most in disaster
Alone when ruminating
Harken for the call
But summon thyself not
Listen for their souls
And make up your mind on your own
The dead want naught
So give them said desire
The dead want naught
You're alive, be fire
Be flames, and sprout
Be seeds, with no doubt
Be a future of your choice
And drop down all the weight
The expectations
You weren't born to achieve
Their ambitions
Your future is yours
They can't force you to do a thing
For the dead want naught
Even if that fact stings
It rings ever so true
The more you say it
You're hurt, I know
Even if you don't display it
Everybody's awaiting
A major lifestyle change
Not you
Your life was changed in every way
Ever since that night
You looked down through
And saw those hollow eyes
Staring back
You just wish to make it through the night
One night at a time
A future ahead of you
Free of crime
Except for, of course
The greatest felony of all
The crime of your ambition
Plunging into a fall
In darkness you are truly alone
In light you feel a buzzing increase
But truly, oh truly
The dead want naught
So find your space to be yourself
And breathe