Dirt and stone
Dark and dismal
No sign of life
As the void reaches out to the blackened horizon
Silhouettes and shapes I've seen too many times before
Like a haunted mirage that never ends
End of time displayed in remembrance, when we're gone who will remember?
Our demise approaches with each tick of the clock
No bells to ring out your arrival
Dust and silence penetrate the air
The mist falls and brings and end to prayer and song
Words silenced by sombre thoughts from bowed heads
And I can see the irony in wanting more time
And I can see the irony of our own mortality
Name and date
Six feet under
All but decayed
As we return to our maker
I close my eyes
I feel at peace
The pain and suffering
Leaves me to decease
This whole world's a graveyard, it's dead