All Is Still
The headstones shatter and fall, as I walk on by.
The horrors you saw, make you cry.
The rage in my heart, will forever burn.
You tore me apart, now it's your turn.
Take the blade, as it rips through your skin.
As your conscious fades, I knew I'd win.
I forever hear, your horrid shrill.
Death is near, for all is still.
I walk away, as you die.
Though you're gone today, I'll not cry.
I no longer have to stay, for I said my goodbye...
Copyright © Steven McMorrow | Year Posted 2009