Graveyard Masquerade

gliding through the grave stones
she walks so silently
passing by concrete slabs
with meaningless words
and lovley boquets

she crys for the souls of the lost
for the living who have lost loved ones
and for the so called gods
who let their children suffer

do they intend to make us go insane
are we just pawns in a twisted game
no words can explain
the sorrow we all hold
suffering are our souls

poem by Marissa Lynn
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