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Between the Dead and the Diseased
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Between the Dead and the Diseased
by AtreyuDrksthour
Walking like a ghost through the empty halls
The last remnants of who you used to be
A shrunken wreck for all to see
The black spectres haunt the mind
A disease of paranormal design
The still blackened eyes see through nothing but lies
Staring up and the darkening skies
Clouds overhead signal the end of an era
A silent prayer for the haunted
An epitaph for the dear and the departed
A chorus for those whom we salute
A softened choir to remember those long gone
This doesn’t make you a martyr
You died for a worthless cause
The mind is frail, the body is weak
What fucking answers did you hope to find?
The turmoil that ensues
Culminates with the tearing apart of a family
Built upon a lesser foundation
A silent prayer for the haunted
An epitaph for the dear and the departed
A chorus for those whom we salute
A softened choir to remember those long gone
Too late now to walk away
I stare on in a tearful display
Flowers for an empty grave
An epitaph you just can’t say
Tides wash the casket out to sea
Yet between the leaves, I read your name
Between the dead and the deceived
The howling winds they speak your name
A fitting end they hope to claim
Flowers for an empty grave
An epitaph you just can’t say
The casket shuts now it’s the end
Into the ground you now descend
In a final wave to the end
Between the dead and the deceived
by AtreyuDrksthour
Walking like a ghost through the empty halls
The last remnants of who you used to be
A shrunken wreck for all to see
The black spectres haunt the mind
A disease of paranormal design
The still blackened eyes see through nothing but lies
Staring up and the darkening skies
Clouds overhead signal the end of an era
A silent prayer for the haunted
An epitaph for the dear and the departed
A chorus for those whom we salute
A softened choir to remember those long gone
This doesn’t make you a martyr
You died for a worthless cause
The mind is frail, the body is weak
What fucking answers did you hope to find?
The turmoil that ensues
Culminates with the tearing apart of a family
Built upon a lesser foundation
A silent prayer for the haunted
An epitaph for the dear and the departed
A chorus for those whom we salute
A softened choir to remember those long gone
Too late now to walk away
I stare on in a tearful display
Flowers for an empty grave
An epitaph you just can’t say
Tides wash the casket out to sea
Yet between the leaves, I read your name
Between the dead and the deceived
The howling winds they speak your name
A fitting end they hope to claim
Flowers for an empty grave
An epitaph you just can’t say
The casket shuts now it’s the end
Into the ground you now descend
In a final wave to the end
Between the dead and the deceived
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