Where all things go to die

The great cemetery is not a happy place,
And not too far from here at all.
My ancestors have passed down a tale,
The tale of where all things go to die.

The great cemetery is filled with wonder,
And not filled with happy endings.
So I've heard that many people go there,
The place of where all things go to die.

The great cemetery is filled with mystery,
And not filled with happiness or joy.
Many people went and never came back,
At the place of where all things go to die.

The great cemetery is filled with secrets,
And not filled with truth or pure intentions.
I have decided to go and never come back,
At the place of where all things go to die.

I walk into the great cemetery with a heavy heart,
And not filled with curiousity or cruel intentions.
I have decided I can end it all and never come back,
At this place where all things go to die.

I walk into the great cemetery with a dead heart,
And not filled with honor or greatness.
I have decided I can end it all and never come back,
In this place where all things go to die.

I walk into the misty cemetery and see nothing,
And this cemetery is not filled with anything horrible.
I left the cemetery with an even heavier heart than before,
In the place where all things go to die... but me.