...sanctuary...
by...malice


...the cemetery...
...my place of solitude
my breeding grounds
my place of rebirth
my home away from home
Death surrounds me
and envelops me
in His cold, bony arms
and here i find contentment
i despise the living
for they are full of nothing but shit
but the dead...
...the dead are family...true family
the dead are blood...
...even though they have none of their own
i rest my back against one of the cold stones
and here i find contentment...
...the cemetery...
...my sanctuary...



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