The Whispering Dead

Darkness is slowly coating us.
The season is changing to autumn.
The graveyard is alive.
We can feel the dead’s thoughts.

Open your mind,
You will feel them, too.
The imprisoned souls,
They are trapped for eternity.

You can feel them tonight.
The minutes are ticking by.
Changing from day to night
And night to day.

The sun is setting, again.
The graves are growing older.
But, the dead still breathe,
Whispering for you to join them.