It's not that there's nothing to say, it's that there's to much to yell.
And all these words are stirred up by emotion, which probably means they aren't at all accurate.

In my dreams my scars have taken the form of tattoos and vice versa.
If you could tell me what that means well you’d be entitled to whatever my rest is worth.

I’m sorry for your loss, I've said it and heard it a few times, but today was the first time I caught myself saying it to a casket and a tombstone. You see to explain what I mean...

See it’s every man’s destiny to die, and the only real choices in life are how and when.
And the only times I found myself pulled to tears is when I wasn't expecting them to choose so soon.
But then again there’s plenty who don't even get that lucky.
It’s for them, that I always hear I’m sorry for your loss.
I've never seen a man terrified he'll be leaving us behind when his eyes shut and his mind drifts off into his slumber at the end of life he chose. And for me, I would die a million times over if I could just to make a point and to prove to you that you don't need to be afraid.
I’d take every bullet that ever killed someone and take the place of every baby that didn't even get a first breath.
But it wouldn't eliminate death from the world only give it a face. Which I suppose... is my point.

Things shrouded in the dark that occasionally give you Goosebumps and creak in the night.
…
Those kinda things, once you see them they're no longer terrifying.
All be it, some still frightful, you now have the ability to understand them, so what about the blind?

You always told me to stop it when I told you about when I die, because it was never easy to hear that I needed to go first.
And I guess what really gets me is that you beat me to it.
And I find myself trying not to smile when I see your pictures, because it reminds me that I miss you.
I never really thought about how happy you must have been that moment, the moment we lost you, it must have been amazing finally being able to open your eyes and see.
The darkness could never frighten you and that’s why I needed to go first.

But now that you’re gone, I'm so relieved that you can see my face.
So when I said I’m sorry for your loss today I, think I meant I’m glad your home, I can’t wait to join you.
But I still got some work to do so please enjoy the show that you've been missing out on, I’m trying my hardest now to pour myself into every scene hoping that it makes up for the lost episodes.

It’s odd to me that men place my name among the unmentionable, they associate me with seasons and the earth as a whole.

Some would praise me while others desecrate me. While neither is right nor wrong they fail to realize they are always under my thumb, doing only what I allow.

But to be poetic about what I truly am:

I am more than death, I belong to the heart of God, graceful and swift.

I am the Laws of nature’s God.