-Graveyard-
in the morning the sun shines bright
but in the evening, there is no light.
shaped shadows beyond ones minds
read apon the tombstones lines.
spirits sway throught the garden
all of their hearts cold and hardened.
forgotten memories of the dead
color blind when all is red.
sickness, murder, or suicide
fate has decided how you die.
many funerals have taken place
in the comfort of a coffins case.
haunted houses are the least of your worries
it's not always like milk and cookies.
only the devil chooses you death card
be thankful if you die in a graveyard......
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Dark Poems
Mystery / ThrillerNew poems are updated randomly. I will try to get one new poem up every week. Hope you enjoy!
