Scratches On My Gravestone

| Life Goes On In The Dark |

Concluding candle burnt, life goes on in the dark

Fading memories of heavy inkwells run dry

Can't seem to remember the first forgotten spark

I lie still in blackness as inspirations die

Sinners fail, lovers wail, life goes on in the dark

Grief's impatience senses the gravedigger's unrest

I pay a painful price, it leaves its messy mark

Stealing my soul, robbing the cradle of my best

Before my heart's handwritten requiem is sung

Heathens toast with fragrant drink, ancient bells toll twice

Bitter bleakness settles in while the night is young

Desperation struggles with a dear friend's advice

Life goes on in the dark, blood festers in the scent

The scratches on my gravestone reek with foul intent