Land Of The Dead Poem by Aram Stefanian

Why can't you stop crying in your beer?
The problem addicts bore the pants off me
Get a life! You can overcome your fear
Together, we can go on a weekend spree

You say you lost everybody who was dear
And you miss watching the waves breaking at sea
Your thoughts on the future are unclear
You don't enjoy living as it once used to be

Feeling the presence of a shadow from the rear
You're deathly scared to turn back and see
The animared spectres from your past coming near
You won't enter the land of the dead for a nominal fee