The lips of the dead

The moonlight glares
on the lips of the dead
stale and always filled with dread
no smirk or smile on them
not even a twitch
or a voice with a descent ptch
there being void of life
Their body's hollow
leaving them with nothing to follow
but an empty path
that never really ends
until it alternates and bends
in the other direction-

And the lips of the dead
let the light begin to embed
into there lives
and see what is left after them
in the mist of the damn
beyond the shadows
where the light is warm
and awaits a grand new dorm