Immortally Insane Poem by Aram Stefanian

It's freezing cold in the graveyard on November night
And you got a freaky feeling that you're being stalked.
From under the grave shines an unearthly blue light,
You hear, ''In the land of the sleepers I have walked.''
As you run away, a skeletal hand clutches at your foot.
''Remember me hon? '' it says, ''I'm your dead valentine.
You're coming with me, and if you want not, I don't give a hoot.
Missed me? To the end of the days you're gonna be mine.''
Your guardian angel is late: he cannot give you five.
There's no way to stop that immortally insane dream.
You know pretty well you're never gonna get out alive,
And the night listens to your bloodcurdling scream.