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,

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,

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,

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,

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.