Submissions by alec_lewis

Holding the dying body, of the one you love.
Knowing there's nowhere to go, there's nothing above.
Makes your heart sink, a little lower.
Makes your pulse beat, a little slower.
But when you sit, and think it through.
You know there's nothing, you could ever do.
Nothing changes, with the tears you cry.
Because in the end, we all will die.

I walk through the garden, where the tombstones grow.
Grow not in size, but in number.
Where dead lay beneath, in endless slumber.
When this garden will be my home, I do not know.
In this garden, one day I'll live.
And to this garden, my body I'll give.
I will sleep in the garden, where the tombstones grow.

Even my own thoughts I don't understand.
Tearing at my mind with their malevolent hand.
My sanity is slowly slipping away.
Leaving me completely, not willing to stay.
The darkness totally engulfs my brain.
Rationable thoughts, now impossible to obtain.
The life within my soul is flickering.
The sinister beings in my dreams are snickering.
Within my empty carcass, there shines no light.
And filling the darkness, is my morbid spite.