As I listened upon the crows signing in death chords awaking the morning as the sun doesn’t rise I watch over the rotting flesh in the moors seeing my own slow wasting demise as my own putrid skin shall decay never to see the dawn of the next day incinerated then away we lock as… Continue reading The crows sing in death chords
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embraced grave
Memorised the way the light shun on the holiest of graves Remembered how it felt when you were in me, my raves Are nothing but a mere murmur through the silenced crows Works of time and reddened skies, and so it shows
Shallow Grave
no reason is necessary, there never is. Sat in a graveyard i wondered is there any point of living? Birth is not the beginning of life it is the beginning of death slow as it may be but for all we know death could be breathing down our necks.