Archeologists
Hilltop tomb
Old crypts ruin
Grave robbers den
Home of unforgiving
Cracked wall
Mortuary
Side disturbed
Unnecessary
Mother and child
Sleep till the end
And when you dig
The sleep you kill
The dream you steal
Someday will
Saturate your dreams
Haunted by lost screams
Torturous beings
Rabid things
The hole that you dug
Came out through your soul
Copyright © Cameron Guernsey | Year Posted 2006
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