Us the dead

The night falls with a silent sigh, cold and alone, lost forever.
the emotion for which you pray
flares once, then dies,
taken by a velvet ebon nothingness.
all hope must surely perish.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
shadows surround us, crying,
we are fallen,lost, we are dead souls.

wondering the world
as if we were invisible, cry bloody tears, waiting until the sun dies, when us the dead can walk the dieing earth again, and be swallowed into oblivion