With The Dead I Ponder

Rogue shadows stalk me freely as I pace in eerie places few have come to know
Footsteps echo eternal darkness as I roam through grave sites where the dead still stroll

Crows in murder soar high above, upon cemetary winds better suited for Death's flight
As forgotten lost souls whisper words of comfort for those whom remain still plagued by woe

Perfect darkness brought forth by dusk leaves me alone to ponder of what beauty ever was
The moon forlorn, crescent in its depravity seduces my soul to further wallow in self loathing

Amongst the many tombstones, surounded by death I feel a sense of numbness tainted only by reluctance
My feigning eyes offer kindness and warmth in an attempt to mask my own fading self worth

Fractured I am just as the stones that I walk along, tattered and torn worn thin by dismay
The stars blot the sky with their mocking cruelty, my soul a supernova longing to burn out

Funeral arrangements line my foot path, scattered and dead are the flowers in agony just as the people they are supposed to mourn
I yearn to be like the roses wilted in their beauty, vengefull and pure watching life pass them by