Where There Is Birth There Is Death Shorty After.

The Black Hills Started With The Indians, Who Began The Graves
When the White Man Came They Added there Beautiful Homes All Over The Forest, But Some Secrets Were Kept, And The Vanishing Children were Not Talked Of. Once The Elders Died
They passed The Houses To Their Children Who Passed On To Their Children Who Added To The Graves
It Was Quiet, Only the Whispers Of The Wind and Their Occasional Voices in The Leaves
Then They Built The Asylum To Look Down From The Hill. They Never Stopped Screaming Up On That Hill...For Years they Screamed
Blood Running Down To The Graveyard, Where all Those Bodies Started To pile Up.
They Added Hundreds Of Graves
the Screams Stared To Get Weaker and The Graves Grew To Thousands.
The Doctors Eventually Fled Fearing The Evil They Had Commited
Leaving The Remaining Patients To Starve
It Was never a Whisper From That Time On
As the Buildings became Empty and the Cobwebs Covered The Halls
It was them Who Lived In The Walls and The Shadows Of that Place
For Years And Years It Was Only Them Who Resided There
No One Knew Of The Black Hills Exept The Ones Who Never Left
They Werent Planning On Sharing Their Home Either

Years After Years Passed

Years After Years

Days After Days


Savannah Was Always Close to Death, Close To The Dead. She Never Really Took Much Attention To It. She Tried to Brush Off The Things She Saw, The Things She Heard, The Things She Could Feel.She Had Moved in With Her Boyfriend. She Had Lived In The Ghetto For Only A Short While, Her Boyfriend Was The Leader Of A Well Known Gang.She Tried To Stay Out Of The Way As Much As She Could, But It Was Harder Then She Thought. Eventually The Pressures Of Being A Gang Leader Caught Up To Her Boyfriend. She Was Put Right In The Middle Of A War She Couldnt Fight. Death Was Hovering Over Her. She Had No Choice But To Go.
She Got In Her Car With A Few Thousand Dollars and A Few Duffle Bags Of Clothes, and She Drove. For Days And Days She Drove Day And Night, Not Know Where She was Going. She Just Knew She Was Going To Be In Trouble If They Ever Found Her...She Drove Till She Got To The Sticks, She Drove Till She Got To The Dirt Roads, She Drove Right Into The Black Hills. She Drove Right Into the Center Of The Town. It Was Time For Her to be There.

You Dont Choose To Be There, They Choose You To Be There.


(Savannah Started To Live In One Of The 13 Colonial Houses In The Woods. She Started A Pack Of Dogs That Guard the 30 Miles Of the Black Hills.
Like Anyone Else Who lives In The Hills Must Be Able To Survive With Little. She Hunts For Food, Fire For Light And Warmth, and Well Water For Drink.
She Grows Pot, and Has The Hill Folk A Few Miles Down The Road Bring Her Alcohol In Exchange For Cattle Dogs. Its All Give and Take.)