Morbid Shape in Black - Deceased

What lurks as the pesticides spray evil’s dust

Killing life’s roses so red?

Hooded, defeated, as a cloak hides a name

Making my mind demented

It seems to be living, but yet it looks ill

Not moving onward with time

As dawn brings new day, eroding away

The sunlight now shelters my find

Believe, but can I trust my eyes to see?

To see, the unexplained in front of me

To me, this other side I must believe

Believe, that hell is now a part of me

Exhausted, I speak to all with an ear

My story, this vision unseen

I tell of this shape, appearing in black

But no one wants to believe

But they will believe

I live with that day, as only I can

I laugh, but only to hide

This inner fear, that something’s out there

Just haunting forever inside

And time goes on…

Why did I see?

Do you believe?

The highway was dead, my mind was all alone

The grasp of the dawn surrounded me

A tunnel was dug, direct into fright

Leaving me hooked, into death’s own eyes

Hooded shapes float above misplaced

The time frame the flowers are dead

So many ways, to justify and place

Thoughts occuring and conceived

And time goes on…

Morbid shape in black!!!