The Path to Hell

Walking through the path of death,
Feeling in my heart the devil's breath.
Trees of decay as my companion,
I take every step as a caution.

Rocks crumbled under my feet,
Ghosts of my haunted past I meet.
There is nothing alive,
Only the remains of our wretched lives.

Shadows hiding in the trees,
I plead with them to let me be.
I breathe in the air of sweet decay,
Monstrous statues blocking my way,

Life is but a hideous dream,
A mask on which the sun beams.
Death is our only reality,
A world where everything is petty.

Gravestones rose up before my eyes,
In harmony with my defeated sighs.
I place flowers on the stones,
Crumbling my shattered bones.

A white rose appeared,
The gift of a most adored seer.
My feelings are frozen,
Your words are poison.

I see bodies paving my way forward,
Sweer decay curving upward.
I had once admired this scene,
But now its what it seems.

The flowers fadeth,
The bodies withered.
Kneel in front of gravestones,
And mourn the passing of mournful tones.