I’ve never lost a soul
Who’s stood beside me
Propelling me forward
Driving me to keep moving
Yet, now I have
From a metal cylinder
In the shed we wrote our names in
My best friend and I
Losing a man
Who played father to us both
My mind has a power
That I sometimes wish it didn’t
I see all that I hear
Envisioning even the worst of thoughts
Seeing it all
Even the blood that I haven’t seen
Yet it stains my brain
A scene that doesn’t exist in my head
Replays on a reel that I want gone
Burnt out of my eyes
Because they’re still drowning
Overflowing into my face of stone
I’m sorry to be so blunt
Morbid, detailed, and dark
But I needed it written
Out of my mind
So I can be freed of the images