As silent as melting snow, the writing on their stones
faces the hills and valleys they so loved to roam. The stiffened sickness that runs through their mind & body is as infectious as a disease that slowly eats at you.The deafening silent screams & moans of this place corrupt the mind of the still here. This stillness & solitude may frighten the weak minded but my mind slowly rests because this field of death to me is the safest place in the world.
