My Living Graveyard

Same night with same darkness all around
and i enter the same house with no-one inside
years have gone by since nothing has changed
and now even my so called flesh has dried

faces of strange visitors roam in every room
painful voices could be heard from all the sides
they all try to speak with my shattered mind
sharing stories of the loved ones who have died

a bright ray of light coming from my door
as i wait for someone to show me sunrise
a mere vision i have almost forgotten
since life's music has turned to silent cries

voices of scratching nails echoes from every corner
feeling numb as i watch my still heart at the backyard
crimson stains glows in the stilness of darkness
far beneath the sacred dust of my living graveyard