Long narrow pathways cover this
Peaceful yet dark place,
Also candles and flowers tied in
Ribbons of lace.
The path ways lead to tell many tales of
Life,
The stones show their pain and their
Strife.
A brief memory is written for all to see,
A brief memory of you and someday me.
Daylight brings their family’s who come to
Moan,
Memories fill their mother’s heads,
Memories that lead back to when their dead child was
First born.
This place is where your body is laid to
Rest,
Dressed in your best dress or vest.
Darkness however tell different
Tales,
Unanswered questions of digged up graves
And awful smells.
Sightings of the walking dead and
Ghostly beings you’d only dread.
Rows upon rows of head stones
Fill this place,
Some dating back to the beginning of
Our human race.
Six feet under the earth your soulless body
Will stay till the fire from the depths of hell burn our world away.
Six feet under the thunder from
The skies,
Six feet under the tear drops we
Cry.
So where’s this Deaths Bedroom I speak of?
The locations may very.
What’s this Death’s Bedroom I speak of?
It’s called a Cemetery Long narrow pathways cover this
Peaceful yet dark place,
Also candles and flowers tied in
Ribbons of lace.
The path ways lead to tell many tales of
Life,
The stones show their pain and their
Strife.
A brief memory is written for all to see,
A brief memory of you and someday me.
Daylight brings their family’s who come to
Moan,
Memories fill their mother’s heads,
Memories that lead back to when their dead child was
First born.
This place is where your body is laid to
Rest,
Dressed in your best dress or vest.
Darkness however tell different
Tales,
Unanswered questions of digged up graves
And awful smells.
Sightings of the walking dead and
Ghostly beings you’d only dread.
Rows upon rows of head stones
Fill this place,
Some dating back to the beginning of
Our human race.
Six feet under the earth your soulless body
Will stay till the fire from the depths of hell burn our world away.
Six feet under the thunder from
The skies,
Six feet under the tear drops we
Cry.
So where’s this Deaths Bedroom I speak of?
The locations may very.
What’s this Death’s Bedroom I speak of?
It’s called a Cemetery
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