le jour de la mort

this was inevitable

and we all knew it was coming, because we all know the ending to this story.

and I wish I could tell you that somehow it could change, but it can't.

this is one ending that can't be unwritten.

and the beating hearts of the weary just make it worse,

but the tears of your sister just make it sad.

and the flowers make it beautifully tragic,

I had heard once that white roses represented innocence and heaven,

but I can't seem to rip my swollen eyes away from the mahogany case that lies at the front of the chapel.

and not all of the heartbreaking-ly chest-crushing music in the world can help that, but maybe it can cushion the blow for just a little while.

we all deserve to be sad, just like we all deserve to be happy.

until breathing doesn't hurt so much,

and until the quiet black hole that sits in between your heart and your lungs that feels like it's constantly pulling at everything inside you that ever mattered starts to disintegrate and fade into the shadowy background

not gone,

but you've learned to deal with the quiet.

we all have one way or another.

and because this sugar that is pumping through my veins, is turning my heart and soul blacker than the night,

and it's all because of the childhood that turned the sweetness sour.

but it wasn't our fault.

the blame is on no one but the stars and the moon,

but, what did they do wrong?

all we've learned is that eventually the sun will be gone too.

not in our lifetime, but everything has a lifetime,

and sometimes, the lifetime isn't long enough.

and the denim jacket that turned soft from over wear, and the tires that had to be changed sooner than they should have needed to be were all just written into a different story with the same ending,

but even though our endings are the same,

my ending will be different than yours.

and we'll all end up as skeletons in the ground, but at least we'll be together.

the sun will be cold, and the sky will turn into and endless night, but only to accompany us in our eternal slumber, but we'll all be together.

we'll all be together.