• The night whispers to me.
    A light in the graveyard beckons like a warm embrace.
    I follow the light.

    Upon entering the graveyard walls,
    I am filled with a sense of refuge.
    Amongst the dead I am at home.

    There is a familiarity within the blackened yard,
    A silence,
    Like that I have grown accustomed to.

    I am the living dead.
    I walk and talk, yet go unnoticed.
    I am alone.

    I have long searched for a place amongst the living.
    Yet, I remain unwanted and shunned.
    I do not belong.

    In my new place,
    Amongst the weeping willows and death,
    I have no fear.

    I no longer need to search.
    The dead welcome me with silence.
    I am home at last.