Skeletal fingers creep across my spine
Playing their xylophone lullabies
Deep inside my mind

Dead men stare with marble eyes
Glassy and cold with tears unshed
While their forget-me-nots
Slip whisper soft, breathless
From frozen lips

Decayed women dance on bone tipped toe
Humming still-born songs
Full of untold woe
They dance their funeral dance
With heads hung low

And I sway here
Stay here 
In this land of the dead
In the warm safe blackness
Inside my own head
Listening to the xylophone melodies
Played by the dead
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Peace out everyone.xX