GRAVEYARD COFFEEHOUSE

(Airing Out Dead Poems)

Singing To Stone

I sing my songs to stone In this dead world of eviscerated hearts and shattered minds We are all buried prematurely in shallow graves dug too deep to comprehend Slash and jab me with razor's edge and pointed blade Yet I do not bleed crimson like the others I am already dead, but live on in dreams Of what can be when two lovers caress Nightmare's of a lone wolf tearing soft flesh into a carnal feast Darkness enveloping day staring into the nothingness of your eyes You are already dead You are already dead.