Dawnless Day

Death cometh,
this dawn less day.
The worlds in color,
but all I see is gray.
My soul grows weary,
more each day.

Rotting in my tomb,
where I lay.
Maggots making love,
within my skull.
Eating away at my heart.
Creating more holes than in life.

For I`ve died, long before.
I met my demise.