Of Life And Death

Anasarca

[based on "Of Life and Death" by Robert Atworth]



They can't see me for who I am. Are they blind

Or do they just not give a damn

When a heart bleeds, the blood congeals

Emotional wounds scar

But never truly heal

Worn and teary

Ripped asunder

Forlorn and teary

Blow me under

Undead zombies become ghosts

The road to hell's the road for most

Living to die is not living at all

Lay your burdens to rest

Inside 'The Walls'

First they take your consciousness

Next they take your breath

One final beat

Before the Reaper welcomes you to death

One more victim

One more number

Added to the pile

One final inaudible sigh