Heart in the Cemetery
The alive are scary.
There's a place where you can be surrounded by people, yet still be alone in the sun's sweet grace
Feel our Mother's breath with all the creeple's, whom are probably crawling your way
An eyesight ahead I see a steeple, with a willow tree dancing in a soft sway
Oh god, this place could be lethal
If I ever wanted to join them one day
At night this setting is just a sinister ground where bodies lay sleeping & slayed
Most have nightmares about all the decaying lives left on display in their graves
To me, this is where I find peace
In tonight's darkness, it's just me and the sound of rustled leaves
Occasionally surrounded by the spirits yet to be released
We have one thing in common, and that's that we don't belong where our hearts are deceased
Yet here we are, together, not in one piece
I stay where it's quiet and enchanting and where I can weep without others' dismay
Out there, I don't even have a say
But in here it's romancing
All my bitter thoughts come out gay
It makes me want to go around prancing
And asking my current neighbors to play
One day I will join you, but today is not my day
I will visit when I can
Please save me a place to stay
I'll be back soon I promise
For my heart's in the cemetery
About the Creator
Ecarg Nosive
I'm a 27 year old writer from Ohio trying to make my passion, my career. Besides writing I enjoy animals, nature, and concerts.
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