I stand atop a mound of rotting death,
The smell so strong, it halts my breath.
Decappitated bodies beneath my feet,
A million people here, one heart beat.
A surreal world where devils rejoice,
A place where angels can have no voice,
God has no place here, in this sea of souls,
Evil left to pursue its own twisted goals.
A baron place where nothing is clear,
This region, I alone must walk in fear.
Through broken bones and shattered dreams,
Left solitary to drown in my illicit screams.
Although this world is grim and foul,
I often enjoy my nightly prowl.
It offers silence and I feel secure,
Because it's the real world of which i'm unsure. |