Have you ever had an image ingraved in your head. That you never loose the sight of and you cant shake it. Mine is of my brother. He comitted suicide. And the only way i can make sence of it is it was the only way he could feel free. I need to beable to let go. But I cant let go. He taught me how to be the man I am today. I found him in his bed. The Desert Eagle in his hand his blood covered face. I wish i could of stoped him he didnt see him the way i did. He was my idol the reason to me joining. I wish i could of done a lot of things with him or hadnt done. But all i have are the stories and the memories. I will forever miss you my brother.
TO A BROTHER I LOVE SO DEAR I ASK YOU GOD TO PROTECT HIM IN ALL WAYS AS YOU DID HERE ON EART AS YOU WILL IN HEAVEN. YOU HAVE TAKEN HIS PAIN AND SUFFERING SO NOW HE IS HAPPY. HE IS YOUR LORD.
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Life Dances With Death
Randomshort poems my dark side shows in these for my life is not that sound its full of pain and grief that has boiled over and this is were ill release it
