Every Grave Awakes

Dead. The graveyard dust. Stone still. Steel on rust. Silence.

Thick as blood. Then the ground starts to shatter. Find me. Rip sky.

Thunder in my dry lungs. Now full blown thunder roll roar. Where is your

victory? Gray. My scars on my chest. Dying life

on my hands. Females shriek and growl and swipe. I wear your wounds as a

crown. Empty tomb. Open throat. I scream your name.

I scream your hope. Bones once cold now start to shake.

You rise. And every grave awakes. Dark rolled back like