Somber

I refuse to walk On someone else's grave

Imitate

A cruel fate, to die While still breathing

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

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

Ghouls wander in the dark Lost to the living

The veil is thin enough For the devils to come up

The leaves turn and die And leave the world bare Empty of life