Imitate

A cruel fate, to die While still breathing

Dirt Nap

Dirt in my eyes, my lungs Blinds and chokes me in equal measure

A grim forest filled to the brim With creatures dark as night

It had the same atmosphere As a place you'd go to get murdered

His feeling of injustice Forces him to carry on

“I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.” -Brothers Grimm

I drag myself from this grave With cracked, splintered hands

There is a fine line Between man and beast

Rattle the chains Unleash your rage

Ghouls wander in the dark Lost to the living