Shrouds of Linen - with Mel44

Descending into madness
poetically enshrined
in shrouds made of linen
lives lie resigned
 
Graveyard abandoned
barren and in disrepair
sentiment of loss
lingers in the air
 
Overture for death
sounds in the distance
souls crossing over
with passive resistance
 
Whispers of insanity
calling from below
as the reaper reminds
it is their time to go
 
Fading silence
a fatalist destiny
nestled in a wooden bed
wrapped in debauchery