Cadavers talk and sway,
In the grave yard they play,
Alive and well they dwell
Your mind, cast such spell
In such sorrow shaded
In crimson and pale
As your sins ascend from hell
On your blood will they dwell
Knowing an unknown isn’t luxury
It gives way to a necessity.
Broken I lay drying in a grave,
Awaiting the day for her to meet the raze.
The scarlet sins of her will raise.
Risen corpses will cry away,
The night will be lost in a few chimes.
Time is the grave, and you the corpse,
Death, the life and a world wouldn’t pause.
Your heart breaks several days,
Your life goes unseen in glares.
One day truly one fades,
Nothing you claim remains.
Just a box full of bones and shadows,
In some one’s memories lane down below.