Death by Magic mushroom.

?????? Is stalking me as I zig zag through the cemetery, looks like death"s own terracotta army. Histories lost in the ground.
1700 to present day, all now gone never found.
  The wails from pained souls screeching through my brain.
Looking around I see no one. Years of death, young and old , from murdered to natural, all are welcome here.
  Stonemasons work on deep crypts below, holding family heir looms. No secrets to be told.
Gargoyles, glaring cold pierced stare. Voices cried from many years as each headstone releases each cause of death.
Flashes under my lids,death is revealed. Horrific.
Be-headings, public hangings, drawn and quartered too !
  Men receiving 50 lashes for coveting the neighbours wife.
Children died before their time, never known, never knowing life.
What a waste. My eyes bleed for them, tears will not come.
     This graveyard has come alive, my own personal Narnia nightmare. Nationalities afore me, Germans, Italians, Aussies,British, and Americans, from 1st to 2nd world wars.
Oh how I see. They bear the scars.
      God, how I bleed on broken headstones, trying to bring life to death, eroded from centuries lorn.
Oh how one, tries to hold on.
   Ahead black cast gothic gateway, blocking my way , silvery arachnoid architecture , senses heightened, cobwebs brushing my face, beautiful silk, not the owner.
         The grass thickens as I go farther in.
Death"s stones growing to the hight of obliesk"s, darkening my sight dead. Hands coming up from the ground of graves, scurrying to the top of obliesk"s . They hover , clapping to the beat of my ever racing heart.
   8 ball eyes hide in the clutches of deaths dark shadows,
ALL EYES ON ME!
Waiting to pounce when I become stuck.
Weaving between the concretes of rememberence of centuries flashing by,
Clapping hands scuttling on fingers twenty feet high.
Webs like dreamcatchers waiting to capture my spell.
Keeps me for afters, such a delicacy I shall be. Not long now.
   I feel the twitch as I struggle. Coming to eat, it is.
Like Jack The Ripper arachnoid cuts the pupa. Examining me as he holds me, lifting me out. Arachnoid eyes me up.
Mandabills snap, tearing me in two.
              "Rest In Peace" is carved on my obliesk of death, these words also too..." Never swallow 1000 magic mushrooms at the age of twenty two"