The shadows will bury the dead
tossing a flower into the grave
joining desires without reprieve
to living alongside humanity

travels cut short by lack of a path
circling round back to the start
without regard for weariness
experienced in spades as consequence

now that the dream has expired
without a promise of living again
only a memory is left behind
now imagined as the greatest lie

darkness will bury what now remains
inter the doubts with all the pain
while the dawn rises in the east
damnation is granted six feet deep.

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