My World

My world is dark,
with burnt trees with no bark,
the black gates are locked,
with the lake of blood near the dock.

The crows stare with red eyes,
you see your spirit died,
you unlock the gates,
and see your fate.

A tree of lost souls,
and your next to be stole,
you're about to scream,
that this can't be a dream.

The gates closed,
skeletons start to rose,
Pain and torment arise,
this is your demise.

You run to the gates,
but it is to late,
death just gave you a mark,
now we engulf you into the dark.