I  died in a cemetery

walking threw these graves.  
 
It phases my brain "why are  these eery rotting corpses coming out of their graves"?  
 
Zombies perhaps, how strange.  
 
the crow's and ravens draw closer. looking at their meals crawling away.  
 
I walk away from these crawling body's.  
 
the stench is horrid. like death filled my head.  
 
they're calling my name, how queer.  
 
Im falling, I have tripped.  
 
They're ripping of my clothes and sucking on my skin.  
 
Im their tasty treat of the evening.  
 
They're biting my skin now. And breaking my bones.  
 
I have past away.  
 
In my trip to the cemetery I was eaten by morsulling eyes.  
 
how sad.