Death rolled in again, rippling waves in my calmed brain.
They said he almost made it to the door, but bled out on the kitchen floor.
I think of you, and him, and him, and the others who kissed the hand of whatever god.
They're not real anymore, but we're they Ever anyway.
The gold Lockett cracked, and the speaker blew out. The casket finally closed, the family guests walked out.
I push everyone away, so I don't see them die. The burdens too great, the risk of goodbye.
Alone for now, and alone forever, because every season ends, and I barley make it through December.
Every year repeats, the variables appear, "y" equals me and "X"isn't there
Don't cry for the song, cheer to remember. I'll see you in the summer, then I'll die in December