Graveyard Shift
Out of the darkness of the night,
The voices echo back,
Floating around, looking for a fright,
Around the bodies that they lack.
The graveyard shift is where it starts,
A loud and menacing scream,
From these grounds it then departs,
To live a nightmareish dream.
Arms reach out from tombs so old,
Desperate for the warmth of life,
Stone so old, stone so cold,
Reft by eternal strife.
One has luck, a boy is grabs,
Soul is drained away,
A fight is born, beneath the slabs,
Of who'll walk in the day.
A scuffle begins, and one sneaks off,
Claims the life for himself,
Whilst the others unknowing, punch and scoff,
Knocking all chance off the shelf.