Gothic poetry ....Hope My Time is Near

Step into the depths of darkness,
there is no need to hide.
No one is here to take your soul,
no one in here's alive.

The stench of death seeps
through the ground,
as skin and bone decay.
The crushing ache inside will end,
with every dreadful day.

And shadows loom so lovely here,
within the dark of night.
They roam above the crusty earth,
then slither in the light.

All memories that you have shared,
with all the ones you've loved.
Gets pushed up deep inside your core
as you ponder what's above.

The scars that ached within your heart,
accumulate but hide.
You feel the tears come crashing down,
of all that you have cried.

A stone is placed above each corpse
my family is in here.
And no more pain that they will feel
I hope my time is near.