~Caught in a diffuse tomb ~

Fully clad in white, laid down in black,

Drawn an quartered laid on a rack.

Missing in a tearless distraught fight,

Everything movable nothing feared is right.

Caught between a raven yell, and earthly smell,

in the middle of the night caught by Hell.

The reaper slowly melodically creeps in,

And offers a little piece of another’s sin.

Faith rest her broken angelic wings ,

On the back of grand old father time.

The curious loss of all things,

That seem to make nothing matter in time.

Conscious waltzes through caught,

By fate, the angels cry as the demons,

Give up hope and win there rituals rape.

Envy flows swiftly past with a quick glance,

But suddenly romance looses,

Footing and forgets to dance.

Uneven dreams are attentive in the in betweens,

As life opens up and nothing seems what it seems.

The uneven rapture of the song evaporates bye,

And suddenly life lets out a long scream like sigh.

So goes on a many of lost days,

Lost in a diffuse tomb caught in aimless rage,

Goes the tail of one whom has lost all faith….

~Inkmaster~