Where Death Mourns

As I pace through rows of headstones of those long gone,
woe besets those whom rest in the grave, forever to haunt the mourning hearts of those left behind

Cruelty washes over iron gates and floods this place of death with oceans of tears to drown away all the sorrow that the Reaper leaves in the wake of those he claimed

Blind in my own suffering and drunk on my own self loathing I walk in the shadow of Death to ask if his scythe may pierce my soul to end all pain and take me home

Heartstrings severed and all hope lost I remenence a time where just briefly I felt alive and knew nothing of the pain that this life could stricken down on me

Under the bloodsick moon and wailing stars I stroll along the unbeaten path where many alive may never know, and in lifes defeat I find success in death and freedom from all that I feel

The darkness of night a mere blanket of woe which comforts me as I sway in the conquering breeze, and as Death's scythe finds refuge within me, as do I as his blade enters in me

The finality of it all excites my soul with delight for only in my death have found release from dispair, befreinded by The Reaper nay set free as I hang in the air