Epitaph - Necrophagist

Leaves fall in the autumn

Of lives that appear

To be worthless to some

Utmost ignorant

Expectations shift in the eye

Of the beholder… behold

Tears drop from the eye

Of lives paled

As jealousy fools

A mind distorted

Expectations shift in the eye

Of the beholder… behold

One wishes existence

To be of fulfillment

But leaves bend to the will

Of winds blowing

To foresee the end

Of a soul… Epitaph

Claim to foresee

The end of a soul

Premature Epitaph

To foresee the end

Of a soul