Wind wraps through the trees with a deathly moan

Bright colors fade and wash into the earth

With dust and dark and the crumbling stone

 

Leaving it all to enter the unknown

Flowers wilting, grey instead of green

Now here I lay while my flesh turns to bone

 

Bring me the black rose the one all alone

Sing me a song in my secret garden

With dust and dark and the crumbling stone

 

I’ve many regrets so much to atone

The beautiful pain leaves just a numb ache

Now here I lay while my flesh turns to bone

 

Life so fleeting, nothing more than a loan

Vines wind through my hair and into my skin

With dust and dark and the crumbling stone

 

The past rots, making my blasphemous throne

Life turns to death and we sleep forever

With dust and dark and the crumbling stone

Now here I lay, while my flesh turns to bone

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