Whispering Edge

Weak mortal bodies spread.
honesty is crossed out as humility enters.
Life is worth nothing,
cause jealousy dances through.

Nothing lives but graves.
leaving scents of decay growth.
Right on the spot the ashes of hurt lay.
The moon brightly cast a early glow.

Ashes of feelings leave maturity.
decisions shackled to the ground.
while mistakes pile up.
all Motives evil.

Music of lies beat.
as opportunities lesson.
cause patience is gone,
leaving perfect piles of peer pressure.