THE SOULS THAT FLY
THE ONES THAT DIE
FLOATING IN THE WIND
TO THE LULLABY
WHISPERING NAMES IN THE DARKEST OF NIGHT
BLACK ROTTING BODIES
POSSESSING YOUR MIND
IN YOUR SLEEP THEY HAUNT YOU
TELLING YOU ALL THESE THINGS
YOU NEVER ACTUALLY HEAR THEM,
BUT YOU THINK IT IN YOUR BRAIN.
YOU KNOW THEIR SOULS,
SO WELL AND SO MUCH,
WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES,
THEY TELL YOU THEIR STORIES.
YOUR SOUL IS POSSESSED
BY THE HATED AND WASTED
SOON TO BE GONE
ALL LIKE THE REST.
HERE LIES YOUR COFFIN,
HERE LIES YOUR GRAVE.
HERE LIES THE LIES,
THEY TOLD YOU THAT DAY.
WHAT THEY WHISPERED WHILE YOU SLEPT,
WHEN THEY'RE COLD BLUE HAND TOUCHED YOU.
YOU BELIEVED ALL THEY SAID, AND YOU ENDED UP DEAD.
HERE LIES YOUR COFFIN,
LOOK, THERE'S YOUR GRAVE.
AND HERE IS YOUR BODY,
DEAD FROM THE FLAME.
-Tessa Hazzard
