Dead Words Speak

Dead Words Speak - Doom Ailments of grey cover these hurtfull limbs A seething anger grows Voiceless come your calls Dead words speak They speak to me at night And sometimes I get frightened Gives no peace They give no peace at night And sometime the

Useless numb existence I breathe My tired limbs crawling through mud Sickening clamour from bodies so still Weakened by each moment I breathe Let me slip into hiding, Let me dream one final dream In this coffin of light In which I live, kills my will