Cemetery of the Lovely

Keep an eye open for me at the end of your walk,
For my gravestone lays at the end of the path you tread.
I can hear your footsteps from here through the concrete slabs,
For no foot is placed as lightly upon earth as that of an angel.

As you walk through trees and shrubs of wicked and blood,
Remember the sacrifices that were made along the way.
Remember the comfort that you once felt in my arms;
The sincerity that I spoke to you in your dreams.

I was everything that you walked towards in your life,
And in death I still possess your many thoughts.
Haunting your every move and every action,
For pleasant dreams are susceptible to misery's company.

Upon fallen darkness keep your blind eyes open,
For the chance to hear the truth from behind your own lips.
Contradict what your conscious keeps, to it, substantial.
And build up an army based on false pretence.

A subconscious war between every angle and every possibility,
It's almost as though you walk towards aimlessness in its whole.
At the end of this cemetery lies what you've let haunt you for far too long,
And you'll learn that the lovely bones lay deep with the lost and lovely dreams.