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.