Abyss Poem by Blake Foxx

When darkness falls,
hell arise's. Shrouding
the world with the peace
of a silent beauty.

Death reigns free in
this land, able and
willing to take.

He controls all in the
shroud of despair,
he devours the weak
and pitiful.

The few breathes a person
takes before his colds hand
embraces their throat.

They shreak quiet moans and
claw at the veil of nothing.

Soon they will awake, only to
be surrounded by the love
of the other living dead.

Only to wait for rebirth...