DEATH IS FUTILE

crowded in shadows, suppressed by death

darkness is deadly, hell nonetheless

because of stupidity, the shadows await

crawling and brawling towards death's place

Ladders to the phantoms, slowly descend

gothic dead music, quietly played

Souls of the tormented sprawl at plain

waiting at deaths door in agony and pain 

Apostates of purgatory, arise from the dead,

accompanied by insanity, sharp strokes from the cane

cries of pain and sorrow rise from below

each hit with huge full blows 

Deadly dark serpents, violently kill

Vanquished the happiness, Torture so still

The scent of death clouds into the air

Stale and compressing with each small breath

Blood gathers and clots with each drip drop 

pours and gushes a fountain of red 

Crimson dried strawberries, nothing really said

 ending to be, asleep in the bed

by Lycoris & Mi-Cakey