Death Come Cover Me - Satariel

Withered roses crisp underneath my feet

As I head my steps for the outside

The soles of my feet meet grey concrete

But I feel not the grinning cold

Life stays so silent

A deserted battlefield

The hair is all covered in dust

As the wind gently caresses and lifts it

I am trying to die I think

I am trying to fill the void

With death’s every poison

And death’s every spite

So come, oh come, oh please come then

In the cold breeze levitates a gross of seeds

My dry eyes move slow and scattering

And meets in some distant form of slumber the landscape and it’s vast void