here lies a dead man   and i'm taking notes for my publication      diary i am not a ghost   this is not what i thought   i just want to feel again   i can't just communicate   i can't elaborate   dirt has rained and i can't breathe      how strange this one   seemed odd enough   not fond of this life he had   drifted away what things he would say      diary i'm a stranger here   locked up in the prison fear   i just want to feel again   help me i will suffocate   i am an ingrate   dirt has rained and i can't breathe      live long drawn forth the dead faces in another place   how long to endure ones fate is holding on to you   memoirs of yesterday could he have been more than what we see      diary this is not what i thought