Ashes

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
My body lifeless,
no movement ,
just lying in a coffin
which is slowly
being burried in wet dirt,
wet from childrens blood.

The day I met you,
I thought there
was something
wrong with the way
your demonic eyes
stared at me.
Your look was empty,
but yet filled with 
with some sort of scheme for me.

You took advantage of
my sorrow and grief.
You locked me up in a 
bassement for your personal
pleasure and greed.

I prayed to God,
to let me die,
and after twelve
months of torture,

My week and fragile heart
stopped beating and
a blood red tear
went down my face and
that is the moment when
my soul left my body covered in blood.

No more pain,
no more grief,
no more sorrow
for my tortured soul.
My prayers were
finally heared.

Now, my body is lying
in a black coffin,
with blood red rose
in my hands.

Now, my soul turned into an angel,
Angel of Grief...

Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
no more life,
now the DEAD walk on the Earth and the living are burried under ground. 
Screaming to be let out