death is but a miracle

Soil spills over the grave
once was a man but now of cave
he slaves and slaves for years to come
the dead shall die and be noone

look upon the rotting flesh
he walks among us by the name of death

he walks in shadows,that are unseen
he walks beside you in your worst dreams

children play
Around the tomb
Here lies death
inside a womb

a moth lays down upon the sun
As it burns up
we melt to one

two by two
we haunt these halls
you hear the screams of a physchos fall

slit your wrists
and burn your  flesh
your demented mind
has made mine a mess