The fog hangs low, as it dampens my soul,
Tears of pain, falling like rain,
As the hounds of hell, naw on the church bells,
A marriage that failed and love set sail,

Welcome to my memories of the Brokenheart cemetery,
Before me lies, the hearts that have died,
The river of tears, the sky of wasted years,
The clouds of shame, and tombstones with names,

The smell of decay, as love withers away,
I walk among the lost souls, in search of love that grows,
I talk with the residents, their pain is evident,
Echoes of their mornful calls, rattle these silent halls,

I control my emotions as I approach the blood red ocean,
More pain is injected, as another takes their life because of rejection,
I reach the wall of blame, it nearly drives me insane,
There's the house of broken will, that's where the souls are sealed,

We've all had our turn, some are just faster to return,
Many buy a home, and spend eternity alone,
I myself took a peek, but then I found what I seek,
These are my memories of the brokenheart cemtery.

Forever faithful
The Phantom

Matthew Brooks

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brokenheart-cemetery/