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The Beauty Of Death
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Other As i walk through the gates
of an old cemetary
the howling of the wind
and dead silence
embrace me as i feel relaxed
as if i was right at home
As i walk through each row
looking at the headstones
i fel who they are
their pain, their suffering
i feel them and their being
the silence calls to me
lets me be the empath i am
and feel what others feel
the good, bad, everything
in between
The light of the moon
bouncng off the gates
the fences, the headstones
giving an eerie feeling
but beautiful scenary
Some flowers are layed out
wilted and dying
a morbid yet beautiful scene
for an eerie, silent place
a beautifully creepy resting place
Spirirts all around
passing by, feeling my energy
Energy so calm and peaceful
they are almost lured to me'
to keep company and to show us
Somethings that seem creepy
or even scary
are beautifuland a part of us
it is what makes us human
