The crows sing in death chords

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 my ashes shall dwell beneath the soil
remembered only by the scrypts upon the rock
spoken once then forgotten words
as the crows sing in death chords

By innocent_child

I'm a french / english poet...a dark / morbid romantic...