They tell srories

they tell stories you know
the dead i mean
it's true
the dead who've risen
from their graves
tell stories
of death and regret
they tell stories of love and deciept
and despair
they tell stories you know
of hate and want
a deep want to live
to walk earth once more
but what they dont seem to understand
is they never leave
they're always here
as ghosts in the trees
in your house
in your cars
in your room
in the dark
so be wary and careful
speak not of them illy
for they can hear
and they repay