Land of the Dead

The shades of the world
Stained by flashes of red
Made into a wasteland
For the wandering dead

Breeze as stale as rock
And the grass deceased
Darkness fills the flock
As their hearts diseased

Who will hear their screams but I
A fading life will always cry
My heart feels almost alive
As the populace will die

This is my world, my happy place
The place I call home
Where the living become dirt
And the dark will roam

Always a glimpse of sadness in my heart
Smothered by evils I embraced
They feel the chill in my breath
Where hate and sorrow laced

No matter what my world wont change
The grey will stay the same
As I walk with the dead
Only the past to blame