the graveyard is humming quietly as I sleep in the shack nearby the headstones shiver with the cold boulder breeze vibrations shoot from my feet up my spine I can hear them tossing in their sleep he pulls me closer he hears it too he is frightened my dauntless man quivers I close my eyes the world around me crumples like a wet newspaper a dead man appears by the door rips out my throat with his rotting teeth surrounded by what is left of his bloated and putrifying skin he is screaming I have brought your halo! you are no longer young and I may touch you as I please! he is breathing fire from his nostrials spewing words that I can no longer comprehend.
I am infinity! I am the freedom that is death! I am a closet filled with skeltons and other atrocities! I am coming down really ******* hard!
I open my eyes beside me still he breathes quietly over the sounds of the graveyard humming
Your lips have been stitched up, your words have been mummified, Here you await, in this tomb, putrifying no more, But getting old and lost. Almost turning to dust.
