A Trip Into The Cemetery Poem by Kelly Boutin

Close my eyes and try to dream,
walk away into the heat,
take a trip into the cemetery
take a sip of gravestone water,
the sun only burns hotter
it's cool here in the nights
but that's when they shut the gates
fall down into the graves
Give up on the daylight

Take a trip into the cemetery
whisper poetry to the dead
listen to the 'Seminole Wind'
the wind has died down already
the pine trees reach to Heaven
we play from a dead cassette
we walk until we drop dead
we sing until we get buried
we live in the cemetery.

Take a trip to the cemetery
let's all sing karaoke
let's hide inside the pine trees
let's live life as we're dying
Oh, take me to my gravestone
sit on the little bench
I never had a home
never had a friend to hold
put a microphone in my skeleton hand
and I'll sing you a love song
hold my skeleton hand
as I reach out of the skeleton ground

and if we make it out of here
hold me tight forever
because the second that you look away
I'll fall back into my grave
I'll break the window and jump the fence
I'll find my never-home again
and you'll never see my love again
you can dig up my bones
but you'll still be all alone
if you ever fail to love me
I'll take a trip into the cemetery

Put my skeleton arm on your dresser
I'll just haunt you in your sleep
Oh, if you ever fail to love me
you'll take a trip into the cemetery.