#61

Well I built my home on a resting ground.
I'd like to the souls there safe and sound.
Of the ones I've loved but they fell back down-
To the pits of hell with no light around.
And I dont want to keep on when all of my demons keep telling me the reasons that I call this home.
Stop saying it's a season.
Most people don't believe me when I say I've seen a ghost before.
Well I broke the spell and I doomed my kin.
Asking in this life what is worth it?
And in the end one thing hits this:
That they will grow up ignorant of innocence.
When I buried my friends I said few words.
Then I thought up a prayer and shoveled the dirt.
So now they are with me wherever I lurk and the stone stopped smiling because of it's worth.