18 August 2012
Tears glisten like clear crystal
The air is heavy
And the atmosphere is sorrowful
My heart is shattering every minute
I see the coffin
White color with gold trimming
Food on the sides
Because he wanted to be a chef
The music was his favorite
Now it's to much to bare
I must go outside
And clear my head
He was a cousin,
A son,
A friend,
A brother,
And now he's gone
My head down
I cry more
I can't go in
I can't say goodbye
I just can't
Death • Opuss № I