I walk in the cemetery
Looking for a name
Darkness comes and fades
Dawn will break the sky
I walk by statues
Clues surround me
The ground is noisy
A bird guides my way
Theres some sort of life
That lingers in silence
The bird starts to scream
and then it dissapeared
Staring at a tombstone
A familiar name appeared
My heart almost stopped
Realizing the horror
The bird is on my shoulder
It looks me in the eye
I'm not really here
Somehow I really did die
I was finding my final home
The bird guided me here
Now it left me all alone.

Victor Osorio

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