The World of The Dead

The world of the dead,
Is no one place said.
The unseen world of the spirit.
Sad no one wants to hear it.
The murder of the body does not compare,
to the dieing spirit's dispare.
The carnal mind returns to dust,
it can only go where it must.
So the true you, spirit, can be eternal,
but the spirit you is inward not external.
The world of the dead,
is no one place said.
It's not just in our head,
we are the walking dead,
when living outside our true self,
if you don't get it put it on the shelf.
Seemingly no one has a chance,
easily assumed with only a glance.
The world of the dead,
where there's no truth, no one fed,
no one place, but in the eye, in the face,
in our world of the dead.