First and foremost, I am fake being of existance.
Also, I never truly was alive.
Life is just one big joke.
Life is something that never had existed, and probably never will.
I’ve been dead for so long, I forgot what it means to be alive.
Nothing reminds me of the so called life I once lived.
Go ask the ghosts who roam this field, they can’t remember either.
Ghosts around these parts say that these graves fall for those who have been dead for over a century.
Realistically, I suppose that would be true, except for one small thing….
And my reasoning to this matter is that doesn’t count the marauders who steal, tag, play games, or hold rituals around our graves.
Very few and between have come out of this boneyard alive.
Everyone who comes in will never, ever come out.
See, I know because that is what happened to me when I visited my dead daughter long, long ago…