Path of Tombs

Putrefaction and the void
Haunted by the hollow eyes of the living
As by the tragedies of the dead
That will always be part of what I have become
This vacuum immense as I sit amongst the stones
Inheritance of nothing but words
Engraved in stone
As my only friends lie buried in the dust of yesterdays

Torn was my will as aside I turned from the living
To enjoy all that is grey in the loop of darker days
Tragedy and the void
The path of tombs
As the dead are the only ones speaking
I enforce the darkness to become
My only will in solitude and befouled survival

In tombs when the living bury themselves in the cloak of each day - meaningless
Bleak embers die as the daughter of sorrow engulfs the tombway
In solitude there was just hiding from the Sun
Walking in pure darkness as in starless nights

Misery path
No more light
No more words
To get closer to the world
Sickened I turn away from others and from myself
All things end in my blackest thoughts

Misery ways
Tragedy befouled
Putrefaction and the void
Torn was my will as aside I turned from the living
To enjoy all that is grey in the loop of darker days