GRAVE FILLED GARDEN

My face empty and cold
My soulless eyes about to fold
About to show what is truly behind
This fake mask a demon you will find
A thought to end my life abrupt and sudden
To make my self visit the grave filled garden
A sadness inside even the dead can feel
Is all that lets me know that im real
A down pour falling upon me
I close my eyes and go to a light only I can see
I reach toward this dream
And am ripped away by a silent scream
A nightmare
My soul cares to share
For there’s no death for the dead
There is only an eternal bed

 
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