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