12(December)-26-2O11

The bone yard was waiting for me .

Step by step, i come closer . Meter by meter, my tears come closer .

Just opened the door . i never though that a step could make my try (not to cry) soo destroyed . Thoughts rotate like a circle in my brain . Most are full with anger & sadness .

In my mind starts a riot ,but outside is everything clean(means quiet . just dead ,you know ?)

Ouw look ! The fire of memoria . The fire of freedom . My heart starts to burn when i remember those days ,which i had with him . My heart melt ,my brain shocked ,my body just sitting in front of the corpse . I've got tears to cry . I hope that i don't drowing because of my self-pity .

Waiting for an answer . Waiting for a sing of life . i feel insane . Waiting for an answer of the flowers ,Waiting for an answer from a stone ,but the flowers cry with me &nd the stone just ignores me ,like i'm the reason of his death . i turn to the other graves &nd see that i'm the only one which cries . Have the others got no brain or am i the dumb person outta there ? This is maybe not a poem ,this is maybe not your life ,but i know that this is a hard fact.

Now i have to say good bye (only) in words. Cause i've got no other way . Cause i cant ran back to past .Yeaa ,i miss you ... that muuuch .

( Victoria Frances' masterpiece called "Echo of Death" )