Four Months Later...
Screaming fans cheered for me on stage. I loved seeing them, but it wasn't the same as that one night. I'd worked in the studio the past months and worked at that special song on my free time. I hadn't sung it live yet, but I thought it would be a good time to do so. I stepped up to the microphone, camera flashes blinded my eyes, but I managed to keep my focus.
"I'm about to do a song that was inspired by someone I cared about. That person isn't here now, but I think if she was...she'd like this. It's 'The Mortician's Daughter'." Screams and woots followed my annoucement to our fans. They hushed as the acoustic music began to play.
"The Mortician's Daughter" by Black Veil Brides
I open my lungs dear,
I sing this song at funerals, no rush.
These lyrics heard a thousand times, just plush.
A baby boy you've held so tightly, this pain it visits almost nightly.
Missing hotel beds I feel your touch.
I will await dear,
A patient of eternity, my crush.
A universal still, No rust.
No dust will ever grow on this frame,
One million years I will say your name.
I love you more than I can ever scream.
Booked our flight those years ago,
I said I love you as I left you.
'Grets still haunt my hollow head,
I promised you I will see you again.
Again.
I sit here and smile dear,
I smile because I think of you, I blush.
These bleeding hollow dials, this fuss.
Fuss is made of miles and travels when roadways are but stones and gravel.
A bleeding heart can conquer every crutch.
Booked our flight those years ago,
You said you loved me as you left me.
'Grets still haunt your saddened head but I promised you I will see you.
Booked our flight those years ago,
I said I loved you and I left you.
'Grets no longer in my head,
But I promised you and now I'm home again, again, again, again, again, again.
I'm home again.
Once again, I want you to know that I do not claim the creation or ownership of this song. I simply used it for the plot of my novel.