The entrance gate, smooth and cold beneath my fingers
as I pop the pin and enter in,
The silence is soo lovely...
I thank them all for playing their part upon this chess board,
But can I play as good, as I'm left behind to take their place?
I approach my mothers wraught iron cross, epitaph of R.I.P
Beside her lyes my brother, the fates saught their company...
Why am I here before her plot, sobbing aloud wishing my crys could be heard?
An answer futile to find, so i kiss her metal, and kneel before my sibling,
His stone I chose, forever anguished I sappose, for unlike him none were perfect....
The tears spill so easy...
I need to go, though here is home, without them it's jsut not worth it
My father lies how at night he cries, and yells her name in pain,
His only son made life go on, yet now the lineage rots beneath me
Though I still live, my palce is here for in me he see's nothing worthy.
" I can not take your place, but for you I'll see this throuogh...soon enouph...soon enouph....