Freely

I loved you like a brother

I’ll let you slumber

 

I’ve awakened in the vacancy

This empty cemetery

This carrion graveyard

 

They stole you from me

You were so alive

But so divided

 

The silence echoes manufactured catastrophe

I listen to the static blasphemy

I cry on the inside

 

But I never break out of my shell

This strength is a prison

I can’t show weakness or love

 

I’m shackled to this avalanche of pain

This sorrow, diabolical

I marvel at what I have

And what is gone

 

I’m sorry for my weakness

I’m sorry for my pity

I’m sorry for being too strong to save a weakling

Or too weak to save the strong

 

I’m sorry all I can do is keep speaking

The best I can do is stop it from happening again

The death

 

Too late for you,

But not for me

Maybe bleeding will weave the wilted flowers

 

Into wreaths in the secrecy

I’ve hidden my love

I’m not above your strength

 

For being weak enough to die for what you believe in

I can only hope I go out like you

Not a fake symbol of strength

 

But your equal

Human enough to live the way you would

And die for what I believe in

 

And cross the divide to see you

Freely

Where the memories remain

Mangled chains

Rusting in the rain

Author's Note

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