foREVer

It would be around 4 AM

and all things would end.

You would leave bat country behind and walk towards the light.

We would never see you again after that night.

Like falling dominoes, the rumors spread fast and

we thought it was fiction.

We didn’t want to believe the unholy confessions.

It was thought that you were buried alive but instead, it was eternal rest.

We wanted the nightmare to be over

but we couldn’t wake up to scream

for it was not a dream.

The demons we could not burn down.

You were taken a victim

by a natural born killer.

One last silent goodbye,

and it was the wicked end.

Now, shattered by broken dreams,

we pray to dear God to take care of you.

And when the thunder strikes,

we know it’s you giving us a little piece of heaven.

The world that night died

wandering the streets of City of Evil lost,

knowing you were so far away,
but you still lived on foREVer in our hearts, until the end.