When you hear the sound of gravel hitting a coffin
It becomes familiar to you when you hear it too often
And the people that sleep, their memories forgotten
The tears that've once fallen leave feelings so rotten
A void forms...
Your dreams, they crumble into nothing
Betrayed by the shadows, they're never so trusting
Death appears...
You fall into something
Is this the end?
Just watch it descend
The scythe comes down
You see the king frown
Is this now ending?
Or is it... beginning?
''Forge your own afterlife'', you hear them shout
But what is this story really about?
It's about death and misery
Or is it just trickery?
This story's too far-out
Without a shadow of doubt
YOU ARE READING
📖 ...SURREAL 📕
PoetryCollapsing under the weight of my winged words I see my soul tripping over alter-egos