ghosts in these fields
another lazy afternoon
where the mind
wanders from endless
love to sudden suicides
yet another tragedy
on the highway
broken families litter
the countryside
half want to elect a king
the other half wants to
be free
there are ghosts in these
fields
you can hear them cry
when the wind blows
calmly at night
they wanted to be free
as well
Horror Sleaze Trash 