Graveyard Girl

Graveyard Girl

The graveyard girl walked through the cemetery
She felt at home among the spirits and grave stones
She was dressed in black with purple lips
She had a book by Mary Shelley in her hands
It was called Matilda
She liked to read gothic literature
She enjoyed William Blake and Edgar Allan Poe
She would spend hours in the graveyard
She would take her easel and watercolours
And paint the dark surroundings
She also liked to write poetry
She would write about death and madness
She went to the Zombie Club on a Saturday Night
And met up with her friends
They liked Evanescence and Within Temptation
They all dressed in black
And loved the dark side of life
One Saturday night she did not turn up at the Zombie Club
She had taken her own life
She had cut her wrists in the cemetery
That was her final resting place
She was now one of the spirits
We all remember the graveyard girl