The Seraphs' Trick

Mon, 01/06/2014 - 20:54 -- 814207

He is gone forever, the boy named Alex.

The seraphs come down beside me singing really taunting, " He who you call brother is with us."

Watching them be so peaceful but leaving me alone.

 

They had to leave forever never to see them again on this world.

One seraph, holding a small child by the hand, smiled at me and vanished.

I stare at his cold lifeless body. His eyes dragging me into despair.

 

Drip, Drip, Drip. All I see is a river of tears, from all who loved him.

And all the tears stare at me, yelling "This is your fault!"

I run away screaming, "It's not my fault. I didn't kill him."

Click, Clank! My heart stoned over forever more. I would not let anyone close again.

 

My soul drifts away from my body, wandering around the funeral house.

Wishing it was only a horrible nightmare. Hoping to wake up in my bed.

My brother is gone forever to a plae I can not reach. Forever alone in this world.

The pain brought me down into a bottomless pit of never ending despair. 

 

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