the trees and bushs cover the path to the place never thought worth remembering but people are all to happy to forget. when i find living boring, i slip through the woods and among the stones i sit.

not worth names and kindness living can be so unfair the young dead get called lucky. stay away its not normal they say, i dont care i find my self in nice company

children being so behaved nice and silent, couples staying true and beside each other for all time. peaceful breezes blow around there retirement is bitter sweat as a lime.

flowers stand wild and free telling sad ending stories with there lovely smell, time moves and so much gets left behind, fear not my new friends i'll stay and keep your names in my mind.

call me odd call me a freak i dont care, for you understanding the alure of this place may be hard. but your always welcome to sit and stay at my secert graveyard...


the other day i found a old graveyard down the road. it was made for slaves and black people in the civil war. in the 80's it became a place for the state to bury its brudens, the people's whose families couldnt pay for any thing better, theres no care giver, no one comes there, the plants are over grown and the head stones are in disarray, but i love it there and enjoy just being there i know its odd but i just felt like sharing my secert graveyard with you