Why I‘m Drawn To Cemeteries

By Sophie Lang

because truth doesn’t flinch here.

because silence has teeth.

because no one pretends

they’ve got something to prove

or someone to be.

no smiles to sustain,

no masks left to mend.

here, everything whispers:

this is the end.

but not with despair—

with precision.

with grace.

the kind you can’t fake

in a curated space.

because stone doesn’t lie.

because names don’t compete.

because nothing is filtered

or made to repeat.

no branding.

no bargaining.

no better next round.

just bodies and stories

beneath the same ground.

i’m drawn to the stillness,

not out of pain—

but because i am tired

of dancing in vain.

i don’t fear the endings.

i fear the disguise.

and cemeteries

don’t fucking lie.

By Sophie Lang