The Unknown.

Who are these lost souls?
Were they happy?
-Did they love?
Really love?
-Did they live?
Really live?
And where did they work?
How did they thrive?
How did they pass their days?
Did they read newspapers in the mornings?
Books at bedtime?
Did they drink coffee? Or whiskey? Or beer?
Did they pray?  Eat chocolate? Believe in aliens?  Watch the stars?
And what was it that meant the most to them?
What was it that made them cry?  Laugh?  Scream at the moon?
And what were their names?

Photo Cred: Deevious

Staring Down the Shadows

I remember what's out there.
And I don't like it.
I don't like it one bit.

You won't catch me going out there again.
Not into the darkness.
Not in this town.
Not with that creature lurking about;
Searching for souls;
Wanting for blood.

I'll be in here.
Next to the light;
Secure in its glow.
Buying time.
Savoring the calm.
Reading the maps.
Searching for another way out.

I'll let you know when I find it.
I'll let you know when it's safe to come home.

~ Deevious ~

Hugs.

Thanks for making me laugh, Creepster Mick.

I ❤ this one.

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Walk With Me...

I find so much beauty in the macabre;
In dark art and photography.
I enjoy poetry and stories of the supernatural.
I like the shadowy; the spiritual; the spectral.
I often take long walks through cemeteries and graveyards.
Maybe it's part of being out among nature.
Maybe it's part of a need to question the unknown.
I like to walk among the grave stones and markers,
thinking of those who have gone before me.
I send them some love;
Meditate about their lives;
Wish them well;
Show respect.

These are some of the images that have left their mark...


Grave Images

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A snippet of dark poetry for your Monday...

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Why, Thank You...

Such a compliment.

❤

Thank you, Creepster Mick for this share.

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