The Decay of Everything

I sit on the the edge of the world,
Counting all of the bodies hanging from the trees.
This is the only way to get the voices to go to sleep.
They keep reminding me of time when everything was still alive.

I walk through this hell, gathering flowers for my friends at the cemetery.
We used to laugh together and share memories.
But now, I see their ghosts following me everywhere.
Their laughter have all turned to cries.
 
Everyone is just a corpse anymore.
I find that I lost all sort of life as well.
I suppose I am just as dead as everything else in this decaying world.
The only thing left to do is wait for the end.