No Place for Lovers
by Ivan Karhoff
I no longer live encased in flesh and bone.
Sentenced to death, among tombstones, I roam.
I no longer breathe, but I do walk around.
Among this graveyard to which I’m bound
Lovers sneak and creep in to hide away
Keeping their passions from display
They play their music so soft and sweet.
But this is not, a lover’s retreat.
I chase them down one by one,
To set them on the run
As when they see my rotting skin,
The terror of horror and death sets in.
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