Spectators

A silence from beyond the grave,
like a lonely wolf craves
on the flesh upon your soul to rave.

A deadly sin from within,
unveils his teeth with a grin.
Oh, how sinful you've been.

The devils and fears hold your hand,
within them you'd find your true friend,
compassion cannot understand.

Are you dead or just deprived?
Can you your condition describe?
As you quickly into darkness dive,
forever to be buried, alive?