Death song

by Shalkan   Jun 25, 2015


Floor boards writhe and moan in the cacophony of the dead
The roof is caving in under the weight of judgements left unsaid
And if the roof is caving in I swear it's caving in through waves of red
That swallow the living that swallow the dead
In an eternal discord that plays in place of death

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