When dead is the day's burning lightwithin the soothing shadows of nightwe awaken from our sleep of deathwe rise from our coffins breathing dead breat..
Sorrow seeps inside and chokes the soulthoughts of suicide can bleakly tolllife grows haunted by the desire to escapelife is void of fun as negativene..
Do you feel a cold chill up your backcould it be it is a ghost of blackyes the dead return on Halloweenthough few of their ghostly forms can be seendo..
Snicker Doodle came to each oppressed townnot letting the food police chain him downtasty homemade treats he brought for everyonelife is less worthwhi..
Pristine water, cascading downfar away from the grey of townsuch a beautiful sightmirrored blue and snow whitesurrounded by shades of greenso much wil..
Blue bird in the treeyou are wild and freewhat is flying like, it has to be funsoaring free in the summer sunflying about in the open airyou can go an..
We visit cemeteries with memories of times brightremembering loved ones who slipped out of sightsometimes bringing beautiful flowersand talking to the..