As I Walk Like a Wraith...

This spectral light of abandoned weeping cemetery.
Forcing me to drown so reckless.
Into the whispers of unquiet ghosts.
Following me so poignantly to be dying here alive.
Woeful echoes in my mind.
Floating away with creeping wind.
Making my conscience blind.
...Moribund...

Onerously pulling me down to the bottom of my own existence.
When I cry to shriek inside, no one's here to save me.
From this grievous esence of vanity of life.
Only crowns of grave and trees.
Hearing me mournfully, my throlled falling voice.
Changelog by ugly anxiety, amaranthine breath.

My restless thoughts roaming through the landscape.
Of most painful desolation.
Eyes filled with Her touching pictures.
Forever lost beauty of Her laugh.
No hope to return to my open arms.
Those ghostly calls from the cold of Her grave.
Echoing like a raving shade.
As I walk this quiet path.
Like errant wailing wraith.
My eyes desperately gazing towards cloudly skies.
Blinded by tears of mortal pain, hidden like heaviest stone.

Lost...
Estranged...
Suffocated...
Monstrous...
Torn to shreds...
Begging to not to live here, any more...