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The Cemetery at Midnight
I hear the cemetery at midnight,
The shadows of the dead dance until the light.
Quiet whispers of insanity in my mind,
Tortured cries of pain from the blackness outside.
The shadows the scream hate & they worship only pain,
I can hear them because I am the same.
Written in 2002 in Winnemucca, NV. It was actually far past midnight.
The shadows of the dead dance until the light.
Quiet whispers of insanity in my mind,
Tortured cries of pain from the blackness outside.
The shadows the scream hate & they worship only pain,
I can hear them because I am the same.
Written in 2002 in Winnemucca, NV. It was actually far past midnight.
Published 31st Oct 2012
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2nd Nov 2012 9:23pm
I have always found cemeteries sadly comforting. Especially at night when the wind is blowing the leaves across the cemetery lawn. Yes, cemeteries are good. Though I've had my fill of pain lol. Thank you
2nd Nov 2012 9:58pm
Thank you for the interesting comment ! I agree cemeteries aren't always spooky or filled with evil spirits, this one was just that way....I actually wrote this sitting across from a cemetery in Nevada :O
