Testo di A Posthumous Publication of His Memoirs

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