Death

The dead and the dying
The lost, the found
The sad, the crying
The innocent bound

Secrets run deep through the mind
lies paint a masquerade
most are blind
and don't see life's torture blades.

Life cuts into skin
and sheds blood dark with sin
and empties out the lie.
From death, there's no where to hide.

The innocent get unwanted sleep
while the wicked never rest.
And Lucifer, their soul do keep
and in the pit, they burn the best.

After death, truth is clear
Grim takes the souls that talk
so the living cannot hear
as they watch like hawks.

Life is a beautiful lie
as human souls are fragile
until all blood goes dry
and fresh lies are given to a mere child...