Cemetary Bear

I always want to go to the cemetery at night… but the gates are always closed….doors locked….
Because this is where the immortals are….
Don’t you know…
everything dying is above… ?
fading in the elements….

I am not ……
here….
for some……
FREAKISH…
ceremony….

esoteric …
and
soooooo ……

secret

ssshhhhh…

Be quiet!
You will wake the dead….!

No…. !

You!

You
are the dead….

YOU
are DEATH…
personified….

I want to be with the living…
they have passed from the pains of this life….
passed through the even more painful transition…..

Who am I?

Just a little cemetery Bear….

That is all….

No one to love me…
No child to hold me….
They placed me here…
to die with the living….

But you stand there…. Thinking…
Now that she is in the ground….
You are thinking ….”no one knows….”
but he knows….

He sees this little cemetery bear…
But You think…
You think....
somehow...
the dead can no longer speak…

He will speak for them.

but you no longer deserve to hear their voice….
And so you won’t….

But He knows what you did…

and you think you are bigger… better than this little cemetery bear….
and you may be right…
You are certainly still here….
Bigger…slightly… than I….

Older than time…

how long have you been here?
actually….?

acting like you care…. Acting like you cared….
because it was so much trouble for you…
so much to love a nothing ....

like this little cemetery Bear…

But my eyes are still open…
and I can still see you…
But I will close them...

Are you good at keeping a secret?
I'll bet you never knew.....

There is no such thing as a secret…