The Land Of Departed Souls Poem by Hyde

In the land of departed souls
in gray and blue all images take form.
Phantoms linger near their graves
watching mother’s hearts get torn.
Sunshine cannot be felt there
and bliss contains no meaning.
Dreams unfold into nightmares
mangled, and bleeding.
Memories darken and fade
leaving emptiness within.
Throats are dammed with sorrow
as painful sores reopen.
Spirits wander through the streets alone
tasting only ice on their nonexistent flesh.
They feel no need to love
for their hearts no longer beat in their empty chests.