Here lies the the remains of a nobody
Remembered and mourned by no one
From birth to death a shuned wretch undun
Subtle feelings void of memory. Accounts of times familar in particular. Thus dawns the onslought of alienation. The realization of seperation. Only shallow sensation thin without depth. Soon even that will be gone and nothing will be left. A vacant shell lost in hell I be. Shorn of identity.
This is what has become of me.
Long neglected and out of the way from the light of day.
Within a closed and abandoned very old cementary.
Lies the plot of a unremembered memory.
In the misty wee hours of any foggy night. Somewhere in there.
Beyond the shadows of mortal sight. One may indeed just hear.
It's said from the interred remnants of some unmarked grave.
That have been ravished by decay and long rotted away.
A blasphemy bound to the soiled ground of its unresting place.
Cursed till the end of all time in shame and desgrace.
So be the cost when point of no return is crossed.
Hear the pain of damnation from a wretched hollowed out soul.
Unredeemed and forever lost.
In there resides the weeping incorporeal echo of woe and despair.
The stain of what was once its vile corporeal host.
The sobs of a soulless ghost.
What doth lie under? Dare we wonder...