Winds of the Graveyard

A last lonely place Beckoning Second by second Its cold fingers reach out Numbing you with fear Can you move? Can you think? Can you remember to live? Or will you decide Again and again To run away and hide From winds of the graveyard That howl in your soul They know the final crypt is easy Just lay there and rot It’s the crawl that matters So this tempest, it tricks you Turns you around Until your body can’t move And your heart doesn’t feel Too late, you see your mistake The winds won again You died every day And got buried every night There’s no way to get it back An ice cold tornado Swept away your life