Sargeist

Tears wet the coffin dust
Mourning stains the wooden lid
Through the sadness and depression
I awoke in the stone cold grave
Weird glow in the vault around me
A sense of freezing atmosphere
A coffin spirit of past remembrance
Howling at the moon in my memories
All around the cobwebs are silent
Even spiders have died so long ago
Void of life in here is so definite
I exist but not to live again