|Current music:||'dead boy's poem' -- nightwish|
Good Merlin, I can't believe the mourning
my brother's shown for a death without warning
as I stand here in my solemn stare
I cannot bring myself to care --
Her father is now blissfully dead
took his own life, died by his hand
released the trigger, shot himself in the head
I'm failing DADA because I can't understand.
It seems that as life drags on those least likely to succumb find their time ebbing quicker than the high tide should.
I'm just wondering if this means anything for my own sorrowful world. Am I finally free?
I can only hope.