Shallow Graves

Covered with the ash of all that we've burned

Shapeless, they whisper treacherous words

Once offering comfort in the static of time

Once leading towards the cemetery in our mind

Remaining hostile towards the past

Once carried with broken hands

Worn from clawing the ground of these shallow graves

That once held the burden of all our mistakes

There is no way back towards all that we left in the past

When marching forward on this cold and lonesome path

Leading us towards our shallow tomb

Leading us towards the hell we call our home