Under Cover Poem by Matthew Jelly

Under Cover



Every time I pass a graveyard I feel as if I should be entombed... For the darkness has brought me closer to the catacombs of the consumed.  I lay wake knowing that no one around me has under stood that I have died... As this pale dead skin hide covers my decaying body that I hide.

Saturday, April 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Dark
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