DIRGE

sum spider webs
in ma room
and rust on the doors
few buks on sodden rack
full of sad verses
outside there is damp n dark
and the moon is burnin
on ma bed covers
blood of mydreamz is sprinkled
and me sitting aside
in the dying candle lite
watching the moths burning
& waitng for the last candle to slake
yes cuz noone will cum now
but only death
winds blowing with hinderance
r singin a dirge
'death is callin u'
but i cant call anyone for help
coz ma voice is doomed in dark
i cant live life even i wish for it
this venom is inside evry of my veins
& this affliction on my whole body
only death can comfort this!!