Sometimes it hurts to see those empty chairs.
To see a family fall apart.
To see those lively faces disappear.
To see the wholeness evaporate.
My skateboard in hand I pull it closer.
The mark now fading, the evidence.
We thought that nothing would ever stop us.
We were indestructible wild beasts.
But once the head is gone, the marks are lost.
The cockroaches soon die, one by one.
Death, destruction, decay, it eats us all.
The hope we had is lost, no more.
We all retreat one by one.
Till two are left, one falls.
From here I'm standing.
No, falling
No family
No friends
No home
Alone
Again.
Darkness my old friend.