Funeral Dusk (And The Cold Dawn)

Mourning the shattered hopes of a worthy being,
Wandering and lost in the mist of a dead sentience,
The journey of shadows thus never begins,

Bathed in the murky waters of life and death,
Blury visions of dark veils conquer my sight,
Anguished whispers are all that is heard,
My corpse, nothing but a mere sign of an empty existence,
Time beholdes no importance in this lost realm,
Pain and torment haunt the thoughful mind of mine,
Still i wait there in vain for a departure.