bells

I hear bells ringing.
everywhere all around.
bells of gold and brass, of silver and copper.

the calamoring of all these bells is to much to bear.
i dont not know how much i really care.
they share the stories of the dead, and the epics of the damned.
and the families of these dead cry alone in bed.

these bells ring for me now, singing my stories for generations to come.
but does anyone care?
does anyone cry?
or am i alone.. to hear these bells.
no love.... no sympathy.
i am alone.
alone for ever.. even in death.

Should i be worried?
scared?
happy?
i am none of these.
i am dead.
and dead i shall remain..........................................
forever........................
alone.