I am undead,

casted out of a void that was

never full.

I live off temptation

and a soul that is not mine.

I itch with rotten facts

that aren't meant to hurt me,

but do.

I smell with the same fear,

losing myself in a trance,

I don't want to be alone.

yet I find myself

falling

into water that whispers a thousand deaths,

they took them from me.

they struck me with a lighting

that won't subside,

I am drowning in a fear that

was never mine.

my veins are a hue of black,

I am crumbling beneath these stones

which hold your collapsing breaths.

a field of grass

 with no flowers

symbolizes that peace is lost.

a dying man is the only

one to take a stand,

we watch,

waiting for a vulture

to circle the sky.

time is running away from us,

 catch it

and fulfil it's only wish...

don't let time deceive you.