The Dead Testo

Tomb Stones in ruin,
silence fills the air.
Saddend statues,
seems like their watching you.
Dead tree branches hang above your head,
in a grave yard nothing but the dead.
Autumn breeze fills out senses,
within you feel like one of the dead.
Can you relieve me of such dark thoughts,
and you ease my twisted heart?
Deep within we're all morbid,
take the time to realize it!
ONE OF THE DEAD!