Portrait of Dead
Death is a portrait oh so clear
Stained with blood and tears
Forcing thoughts into my head
It speaks what cannot be expressed
When compared to an eternal void
In the darkest of moments
Illusions remain
Endless pain
Full of constant fear
Entombed in blackness
Buffeting winds groan
Pain enters the soul
But this is the end I know
Poured devil seeds galore
Dying is death's call to us all
Death above all else is life's in disguise
From the light in our soul all alight
Only the garments of human flesh die
Death gives you a new face every time
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