The Graveyard

While dark at night and the wind as quiet,

a million of the tomb stones on land,

land is so quiet as death.

The moon beside a large tree,

the tree is so old, ugly, as death,

the only tree on the land as lonely.

The girl sits down and cuddles on the tomb stone,

she is crying and cuts her arm and bleed,

blood drops on the tomb stone,

Missing her boyfriend was as real and

as painful as her bleeding arm.

Joshua "Vampbat" Womick