Silent Realm

Penned on December 20 2007

The crickets hymning the rhymes
And the sombre night stars to descend
My ashes are buried in this tomb of abyss
The growls of the apparitions rattles my spheriotic cells

The echoes of the knell and the choirs of death
Only these besieges my beleagured fate
The thick gore flowing in my turbulent eyes
I am ready with my machete to cease my veins

Glaring the mirror besides me in these tranquilled nights
I see the soul embodied in my rotten  flesh
The rivulets of the blood dripping from his head
And his dreaded eyes sulking in noisy fray

Now there are only few seconds to perish in this grave
And the predators would scavenge my grime face
Waiting for my Lord of Death  to descend
And my labyrinth silent realm to end