Darkness coats us. The smell of fall. Changing season. The graveyard is alive, black cat across my path, the chill of cold wind, the breath of the dead. Imprisoned souls. Trapped for eternity. Black crows break the silence. The garden of the dead s alive

I'm in a mental cage, I'm locked up Imprisoned I live, Deathlike, sickening Strong is your hold On my resignation I don't see the stars, My memories are veiled In fluid dreams