Soulless Sleeper

I was never truly alive, I am a spectral sleeper,
So craddle me in your arms, my dearest Grim Reaper.

The silence of death is all I really hear anymore,
Let this worthless, failed life fall broken to the floor.

Tainted visions of blood stain every corner of my mind,
Bones splintering and breaking, as my soul they grind.

Useless, is life, to someone who has always been dead,
Sleeping in Earth's cold embrace, as bugs crawl in my head.

No longer feeling any pain, hate, or remorse,
I now ride with the Reaper, upon his pale, white horse.