The depth of sorrows,
From the forgotten tomorrow's.
We hear the wailings of the lost,
Covered in tears of frost.
Abandoned and broken.
Never to be awoken.
Their slumber to deep,
Leaving their hearts to forever weep.

For light does not live here,
Only silence for the brave to hear.

We are the lost and broken,
Pain is our fire, our souls forever smoke'n.

© Joleen