Grave yard poem

[Incredulously]

Walking through the grave of death

Bodies that took their last of breath

Fingertips touching the stones

Under deep there is Nothing.. Bone.

Ridged trees and fallen leaves

People crying, darkness, and grief

 

Every exhale feels like a last

Ever wonder what happened in their past?

People cry rivers for them now

But no one ever thought of how

 

How people feel when your stuck on their life

Maybe they died to end the strife

Tired of time, sick of the shrines

Twists in your heart

now we Depart

Say your last of words,

Make them last

 

After that is is the past

we die to live

but live to die

Look life in the eyes and say "You Lied."

 

By: Lynnette aka Incredulously

Edited October 15, 2011 by Incredulously

[Incredulously]

it is the past**

[Capn_Chantal]

i really like this. it's quite awesome :3

[Incredulously]

thanks ^^