The Graveyard Goth

As part of his Goth persona he wore upside down Christian crosses
And had Satan tattooed on the back of his neck in goodvandal fonts
He dressed in all black and wore earrings all over his face
His goal, to be a walking talking personification of evil
He started hanging out at cemeteries every night
He wanted to imbibe some death energy to add to his persona
One night in Resurrection Cemetery he happened upon
A tombstone with the inscription the most evil man who ever lived
A kindred soul he thought and said well played evil soul
Huge hands emerged from the grave grabbed him by his head
And pulled him into the grave screaming after which
The ground showed no signs of the abduction disappearance
But sometimes in the dark of night people passing
By Resurrection Cemetery hear the Goth’s terrified screams.

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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