The courtyard was overgrown
With dead grass and wilted flowers
Surrounded on all sides by decrepit walls
Of fragile and ancient masonry

Directly in the center
Was a lone statue of Mary
The mourning mother of Jesus
Solemn and downcast

In her cracked and chipped arms
Lay her fallen son
And you could see the greif
Imprinted on her stone face

The night was drawing near
And strangely so
For the shadows seemed to move
At an almost visible pace

Before I knew it
The moon had risen
Shinning palely through towers
And cracks in the walls

The foliage thay appeared so dead before
Sprung into a strange livliness
Giving off a faint luminescence
Of midnight purples and blues

Looking about in apprehensive wonder
I noticed my surroundings change
Taking on a dark elegance
Which tempted and tantilized my mind

I looked again to the statue
Horrified, I watched
What looked to be blood
Pour from the dead Christ's  stone wounds

Seeping into the ground
And spread through
The strange plants
Around the courtyard

And I saw his mother
With a crooked smile over him

The hustle and bustle over
the bodies of the dead
The tossing and turning under
the spirits of living

Go ahead; live your life
As if no one was there first Before you
Feel important and do great things
With the last 80 year's you have

Travel as far and wide as you can
Through the whirls of the wild
And the depths of the desert
But you can't escape

Soon you'll be cordially welcome
To the cult of spirits down below
A forgotten existence, but new addition
To the Graveyard under the City

I want to talk to you so bad
So so badly
But I can't

I want you to hold me
Tell me everything is going to be okay
But you won't

How come I think of you
When times are dark and blue?
You'd surely know what to do

I would hold your hand until the storm in my head calms down
And we would smile and know that nothing can destroy us
But we won't
And we never will