My Living Graveyard
Same night with the same darkness around, and I enter the same house with no
one inside. Years have gone by and nothing has changed, and now my so called
flesh has died. Faces of strange visitors roam in every room, painful voices can
be heard from all the souls. They all try to speak with my shattered mind.Sharing
stories of loved ones that have died. A bright ray of light coming from my door,as i
wait for someone to show me sunrise, instead a mere vision that i have almost
forgotten. Since lifesmusic has turned to cries,voices of screeching nails echo
from every corner, feeling numb i watch my still heart in the backyard,gruesome
stains glow in the stillness of the darkness,far beneath the scared dust of my
shattered graveyard.
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Copyright © Sarah Craine | Year Posted 2008
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