The fresh soil that lay there covered my corpse, marking out demise all to soon.
Time ceased to exist as I knelt down and felt my headstone.
It was cold and empty.
In the half-light of the moon, I read the engraved name, the name which has no more meaning or worth.
I put my hand over my grave.
I could no longer feel the beating of a heart but the beating of a soul longing to be free.
As I stared at my body, I thought of all that was and should have been.
All that I should have said and all that I held back.
Because of this I am doomed to wander this earthly plain, my soul disturbed, my mind unknowing, my heart unfulfilled.
I am condemned to spend my days hiding from the light and my nights haunting the dreams of the damned.
