Open Graves by FD Ravenskraft

Open Graves  
By FD Ravenskraft  
 
Life is like an open grave
Awakening from the dream
To become a slave
In a Dead world of false promises  
In the dearest dreary dark
To deal with the kindly pain
Of unsung happiness  
To go back to sleep in a warm bed
That is the grave of Dread  
I see everyone sleeping as their Epitaph  
Is being written  
And now their pain.
Suffering. Madness and
Rage.
Upon the core of existence  
We all dig a fresh grave
To bed every night  
Knowing we dream of happiness  
To reawakening smells burnt flesh and bacon
Violence on the all time high
Recklessly relationship makes a man
Self- inflict over all unfair witch
Buried her sexual pleasure  
To others  
So we created an open grave  
Hoping to never leave
And a lot of the final curtains  
In life with murder your soul
To never be no more
 
Your grave is finally closed
No more. Evermore
Your final galore as your story unfold
To be retold
By Death's written grasp  
 
FD Ravenskraft  
 
2024