Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Tomb

My shoes were wearing out ,
As i walked through the garden of death .
Where the angels die ,
And where demons are brought to life ,
In the garden of death .

My eyes were bloodshot red ,
As i stared at the statue of the dead .
The honour and glory ,
Of the hidden stories ,
Behind the statue of the dead .

The piercing screech pierced my ear ,
As i heard the song of death .
Music brought me elsewhere ,
To a place where nobody care ,
About the song of death .

My heart stopped at that instant ,
When i saw the tomb of my death .
A rush of blood to my brain ,
That hits me hard till i faint ,
Falling into the tomb of my death .