Voices of the Dead: A Poem of Erebus
Beauty hides this death
Stunning
corpse that has no breath
Decay and rot dwell inside
Creations
of a broken mind
Spewing from a broken mind
Many, many have
come here
Many screams and many tears
Blessed few have ever
left
In Hell they call it Erebus
In screams they call it
Erebus
Living men speak only lies
Madness burning in their
eyes
It's true only the wasting dead
Speak the truth on
Erebus
Ghosts speak truth on Erebus
Bloody, broken masses
found
Buried in the soured ground
Swallowed whole within the
mud
Drunken soil drinks the blood
Drunk with guilt it drinks
the blood
Have you seen the graves they dig
Massive holes
where most here live
Screams immortal, mournful sad
Drowned by
whispers of the mad
The wicked whispers of the mad
C.T. Clown
