The grave is like a raven, s wings, <br />in its belly is nothing but empty, <br />and a name thats been repeated <br />again, and again, untill we all stop <br />listening, this is where the so called <br />party begines. <br /> <br />your vanity gone, <br />your flesh and bone,6 foot under. <br />your swords and knives, rusted <br />by your very own blood.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nothing-but-empty/
