Suddenly aware that I'm alone, except for the slumbering spirits around me.
I slowly make my way through the cemetary,
gently tracing my fingers along each ancient stone.
I feel a nagging at the back of my mind.
A force is leading me to a destination I am unsure of.
I feel my feet moving, but am watching as if they are not my own.
I am weaving in and out of the gravestones.
I finally come to a grave that is freshly dug.
A hole still awaits the casket.
I bend down to read the name.
I scream in horror,
noting that the name enscribed is my own.
I trace the freshly chisled letters with my ice cold fingers...
My birthdate is here....
and the date of my death
is today.
