A Look Inside of The Madness [Poems]

Graveyard Games

Is this a

dream?

I'm not sure.

I wander around the

tombstones; the

graves of people who

I will never get to know.

I step on

dead grass,

dead names,

dead hope.

Through the mist

I see a shadow.

A dark spot in

the black

walks up to

me. It's a

boy.

I understand.

We wished

ourselves here,

it can be done at

will. Coming

here, it is our

heaven.

We are the

same,

him and I.

We want the

same things.

He wants his

scars to

disappear,

I want to stop

feeling all this

pain.

We join hands,

instantaneous friends,

united in a secret

we can never

share;

bound closer

in the lies we

tell everyone.

Look around the

black sky-

no moon, no stars,

no glimmers

of hope.

Everything is

deathly

silent.

No sound of

life.

Our feet don't even

make a noise

when they hit

the ground.

It's the kind of

quiet that both

chills

and thrills

you. I feel

alive in my

skin.

Knowing what

I can do.

By the big,

dead tree,

there is a lake.

No current,

no life,

just still

water.

We lay on the earth

feeling the

dead soil

with our hands.

There's the stench of

decay that hangs

in the air.

The boy and I

want the same thing,

but neither of us

has

the courage it takes

to do it.

He fears the pain;

I fear the guilt.

We both fear

what will happen

after.

I close my

eyes,

return to my

home.

The pain returns,

the numbness cannot

sustain itself

outside of the

graveyard.

I will return again

to the place.

At midnight

is when we

play our

graveyard games.