-APRIL 27-

I stand at the gate,
to a graveyard.

Here lie the souls,
the ones lost and forgotten,
but are they really fogotten?

If they are, then why am I here?

Here lie my best friend,
here lie my girlfriend,
here lie my girlfriends friend.

They all died because of me.

From a stupid mistake I made,
and they are all gone.

The ones closest to me.

My brother and sister,
my future wife, Gone.

All three, I've never seen before or in a year.
All three closer to me then any 'real' thing in the world.
All three die in the same night.
All three die for the same reason.

Because I died...

I lost them all in one night,
and couldn't bare the loneliness.

I slept and never woke.

The last words of each to me,
I Love You.

Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming,
a beautiful song.

It played at all of our funerals.

Everyone cried at their funerals
but for mine,
nobody came.

~IAN BELL