Crows croaked a cacophony over the crowd,

casting shadows on the ground.

Empty eyes flooding with tears,

drowning the priest’s eternal rest prayers,

while lifting the tombstones all around.

Knock, knock, knocking,

I look around the crowd,

but no one’s watching.

Bruises from pinched skin,

proving I’m not a dreamer.

The peaceful, slumbered breaths grew weaker,

then silently came the grim reaper.

Knock, knock, knocking,

I look around the crowd,

but no one’s watching.

My sealed fate pulled my gaze like a magnet,

forcing my eyes upon the wooden casket.

It’s easier to hide in the dark,

hiding my many secrets buried in kaleidoscopes,

the lights shining through my countless facets.

Knock, knock, knocking,

I look around the crowd,

but no one’s watching.

“Here lies…”

The crows start to clear from the skies,

exposing my disguise.

This was my doomed demise.

Knock, knock, knocking,

I no longer peer through the crowd,

but stare up at the top of a casket,

and outside everybody is watching.

The light now shining through the clouds,

peering through the small cracks in a long cascade.

The breath stolen from my lungs,

as pounds of dirt smothered the light until,

it was nothing but endless shade.