Walking, Thinking, Lying

When you walk under the moon
you get left behind
Never looking at the reason why.
Soul sucked to the dark side
reveling in the secrets
rebelling at your pseudo laughter

Until you realise
The stars are all around
above and below
left and right
you will walk into your grave

Burnt with lies;
only because their worthless.
What have you left behind?
A smell? A tale?
An epitaph whose words
fade in the sun
fade in the wind
and then in the mind

Laughing at the dead
Creating an existence
to be remembered
for nothing

As I cry in the night
no tear is shed
Laughter rings the bell of
the church and calls
the commons to arms
to kneel and bow

Subservient man
already man
following paths
that clearly lead
to the freshest cemetary
where you will remain

forever and ever
Amen