As I walked out from my door,
My mind had time to soar.
I walked with grace, all through this place,
All for a forgotten lore.

The air was crisp and clear,
And as I did grow near,
A place forlorn, cold and alone,
Is when I started to hear.

All the voices of the grave,
The alone, lost, and misbehaved.
They screamed in pain, the rattle of chain
This is when I grew afraid.

In the distance I heard a tapping.
A shriveled voice, barely rasping.
It called to me, I turned to flee,
My sanity left, quickly sapping.

Now I sit here all alone,
In the comfort of my home.
I hear the sounds from all around,
The voices chilling me to my bone.

To myself I start to talk,
Counting the seconds of the clock.
I know for sure, I will no more,
Enjoy the bliss of a simple walk.