Necropolis of The Damned

In the cemetery of the living, souls between the two realms strife
Residing in the underground, distant from all shapes of life
Awaiting a shed of morning light, A condition impossible to amend
Sentenced to slowly fade, dying towards an unknown end

Inhaling the last bits of air, in the desert's shivering cold
Dead yet still I breathe, The years of lead now seem so old

Waking to days of night, internal battles cannot be sustained
An abnormal state of mind, driving the wise to be insane
Sadistically addressed with might, remote and out of sight
Applying the vicious cruelties of the inhuman rights

Away from all existence, far from human contact
Standing in awe at the edge of sanity
Cast away to a world so abstract

Years spent narrating the same tales, till there was no words left to say
In the afterlife outside the walls of my deep grave
Freed from the chains of the past, yet the darkness inside still resides

I have crossed the river of death, yet I still live on the other side