Screams of the dead

About all different types of death

The world is silent, far too quite,
Watch as it falls apart into riot,
The darkness engolfs what the light left behind,
In back of my mind the memories unwind,
The ivy crawls up the broken walls,
clinging onto the dead broken souls,
The roses bloom black, the red drops away,
the petals fall slowly to end the dark day,
The sound of hearts slowly, breaking
Depriving the sleeping of the moments of waking
The candle melts down, down to the wick
and the clock passes by, just by one more tick
So i let myself go, falling like lead
and into the grasps of the screams of the dead

The End

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