My Living Graveyard

Same night with the same darkness around, and I enter the same house with no one inside. Years have gone by and nothing has changed, and now my so called flesh has died. Faces of strange visitors roam in every room, painful voices can be heard from all the souls. They all try to speak with my shattered mind.Sharing stories of loved ones that have died. A bright ray of light coming from my door,as i wait for someone to show me sunrise, instead a mere vision that i have almost forgotten. Since lifesmusic has turned to cries,voices of screeching nails echo from every corner, feeling numb i watch my still heart in the backyard,gruesome stains glow in the stillness of the darkness,far beneath the scared dust of my shattered graveyard. tm.