it's not a modern graveyard anymore. carnivores search in herds for meat Their dying breath fills my rib cage with greed They stick in familiar herds, to trust even the drunk. i always watch from the chapel. i walk silent. i want the voice. i want the reasons. i want the signal. loving hands seem like rape at night, i clinch onto myself...pushing my nails back till the pain screams out. i want myself back i burried my beautiful. i burried my expectations. i left my choking throat for the mocking Mary to watch [exit]