Land of the Dead

Broken and lost, 
walking upon the road of the forgotten.
I hear the Land of the Dead calling.
Shall I answer or shall I decline?
Which shall I do?
I answer.
Beauty, it's carrier.
Scars, it's pride.
Sorrow, it's food.
Land of the Dead, a place of no smiles, 
a place of sorrow, a place 
of darkness, a place for me. 
Hunted I was, a lamb to the slaughter.
Descending, falling, deeper into a descent 
I cannot stop, but saved by another.
Another, who managed to bring me back, another whom I fell in love with, another who cannot and never will be replaced.