DEAD SOUL

The melody in music is long gone

What is left is only the noise.

The sweetness in our voice is long dead

What is left is only the scream.

The day is lost

To the shadows of the night,

And the night has

Turned itself into a giant pall.

Every day we wake up to our dreams

Stepping on the tombs of our souls

Vying against the lively zombies

And reminding ourselves we are alive