February Frost - Grave Concerns

Silence, the chill of the grave in my mind
Left me bereft by the theft left inside
Soil and the oil that anointed my eyes
I measure the time by the crows and their cries

Widen the gyre to eclipse what we've lost
Shambling marauders, by tempest we're tossed
Give myself over with nothing to be
Is this what they meant when they said to be free?

Silence choking the life out of me
Endless my body begins to betray

I've got grave concerns about this afterlife
What becomes of us once we've died
I've heard all the stories, the sermons and worries
The crying that follows the sound and the fury
But the truth just seems to be nothing

Write the remembrance of lost innocence
Wait for the angels' sweet magnificence
Wait for the valkyries, wait for the reaper
Wait for your God as the hole's getting deeper

Sundown, leaves crackle loudly on stone
All of the mourners are shuffling home
To live out the rest of their lives
But here I will wait as lost decades die

Eternity to be lost a lifetime
They place the wreath on my tomb
It seemed to be a moment suspended in time
Surrounded by the darkness and gloom

And I stand in the ether
The veil that shades me
Wraps itself around my heart
Embraces my desire

No one waits to speed me home
From the world of man
Just the void and memory
And the damage done

Do they yet wait for me in the echoes of our lives
Holding hands with the twilight, waiting for the bloodworn tithe

In my fate I discover
What I've failed to understand
Just a boy without his mother
Without the sense to be a man

Written by:
Ronald Johnson

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