Your Grave Walk

by Macabre   Oct 13, 2006


Yonder is the darkness,
Out in the woods,
Utter chaos awaits you,
Reliving my pain for me, your death eases my mind.

Grief, I am relentless
Ranting, raving, and steaming mad,
Away for a poet's walk, you didn't come back.
Vision is blurred, my hand is a whir,
Endless massacre, I will never lack.

Walking with Macabre,
All is lost for you,
Lost to the woods and it's creatures,
Kill you, I did...Because my fury won't subdue.

Entity of madness
No hope for you, or any at all,
Death embraces those who walk alone...
Silent as the grave, I leave you ripped, trashed, mauled.

Heaven is just a prank,
'Ere you will forever lie,
Right here in the ground,
'Ere I left you to die...Because I cannot stop.

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