A grave waiting for me

My blood, as old as two decades
My life, main event on black death's perade
My age, I'm youth in crested in time
Time ends all too soon, I shall die.

My bones, cold, frozen in place
Through time in this death filled land
My spirit soaring in empty space
Where dead are buried by human hand

Freed from my capsoule, i regret nothing
My body ageless, my soul rotting
My matter wont decay, but my spirit shall die
Does it surprise you I am still alive?

These hollow graves where all are buried
I have yet to rest amoung the dead
To heaven, are all these souls ferried
But I still live, no empty earthen bed

When you are as old as twenty
Why do i feel as old as ninety
Death doesnt do anything for me
Alive will I forever be?