The Cemetery II

creatures of the night

The Cemetery

　

battered in a rat infested caged existence

blood soaked rat with visious hanging teeth on side dripping blood

enclosed in the memory of a torn uterus to let go of any inhabition

eyes with spots having holes dull in the mouth

a cemetery of vast enchanted means

the tombs of those would open

ghostly ghouls would a rise

shades of grey in blackened death stench gore

there was a little girl sitting on a tombstone

"Hey little girl how are you today ?"

mourners passed the crypt left unaided with body intact

the violation of the innocent left tired dangling in the wind

a blackened Timberwolf used to frequent those grounds

taking the heads off of corpses for a thrill ride

cold hearts piercing with screams of exotic frantic ensued

the cemetery was vast and expansed

blind bats fly overhead at night to frighten the visitors in their mourning

shades of blackened drapery permeate the exterior of the vault that held the crypt

　

tired grave yard workers took a pee in back of the vault every chance that they could get

my heart was pulsating almost fever pitched inside running a mile a minute

the cemetery was once again vast but empty

in the morning when I arose I heard the pitter patter of torn bats in their embankment tower

water flowing as if caged fools in peril were in the back

the sound of a coyote howls out in exotic fashion

out of every twist and turn here's what I learned

the cemetry can't do you wrong

a call for better days