Coimetrophiliac

What am I doing here? I wonder every day
Perhaps I’m trying to find my own self
What am I looking for in this old burial ground?
Maybe I’m meant to remain here forever
I fell the craving inside of me
I cannot get to yield
If I’m alone in here I really cannot tell
I often feel I’m not the only one
Is that the revenant or is that death itself?
Either way it’s here where I belong
Coimetrophiliac