At The Tomb

The crowd surrounds the deep dark hole - they all wear blackMartyrs of their own minds but the tears will be held backIs it a privilege to feel it can't be worseDrink to forget - to forget the painful thirstWe are all spectators at the tombLooking six feet downWe are all spectators at the tombAnd we all shall drownAll the time they're longing for - eternal nightTwilight hides away the clearThe rain begins to fall and shivers down their spineThe final curtain falls - it falls right hereCaught between two worlds colliding the happiness inside is hidingWhen they feel the aching needles - in their veinsOh, there are so many questions, still they're waiting for the answersAnd they feel a presence standing - in the rain