Death's Parade

Dark wardrobes worn clean
black flags held high
robes, souls, empty faces, and mindless sins
thoughtless words
walking dead
with Death
on his day
death's parade
reaped then sleep the eternal slumber
hearts race, then stop
your pulse halts
on his day
eyes bleed
your breath leaks
your feelings begin to seep
sound, sight, touch, smell, taste all gone on his day
death's parade