Upon the moonlit night I wander ever slow observing a marvelous sight only darkness can show stones so cold with stories they hold a benevolent heart smashed by wickedest of bold murder sickness suicide & drugs death discriminates not leaving their shell full of bugs as earth watches it rot tales of glory & misfortune are all that's left to be taught morbid or mindful stir commotion into pot for lives lost should never become a memory which time has forgot