• a dark mass of images parade pass the darkest of trees
    the mournful scream of the wind mingling with the faint cries
    emitting from the casket
    the coffin, so sleek against the sudden rain
    glimmering with an ethereal glow
    the wood scraping as the figure inside fights and claws
    its lost cause
    the tombstones silhouette nothing but ghosts
    growing clearer and clearer as the parade marches on
    a gaping hole, like the vortex to true darkness
    staring at them
    gazing at them
    with a dead stare
    lowering the coffin slowly
    scraping against the earthen walls
    ashes to ashes
    dust to mud
    gently thumping against the bottom
    silent screams echoing within the well built wood
    the last sound it hears is its scream
    mingled with the soft drops of dirt
    that fell upon the coffin
    the glow fading into a glazed shine
    as it finally was covered
    as the sanity
    slowly
    and steadily
    withered away
    drowning in its own tears
    the screams
    slowly fading away