Crying souls for a soulless body.
The reaper bidding farewell to all,
As I rise up for judgement to follow
Heeding to the eventual divine call.
Cacophony of crows cry out foul
Over my rotting flesh inbound.
Nails driving through my wooden shelter,
Waiting nervously for the devil hell hound.
Broken dreams shrieking out of pain
Through the lingering grief and calm.
Leaving behind love with their own will
As I feel the dirt covering my numbing palm.
Six feet soil for my blood and bones.
The weather seems too heavy with tears to behave.
False attire and procedure to rest me in peace.
As I solemnly go down my freshly dug grave.