12 April 2012
Drinking at the departure gate, Glasgow bound. Weary with the what's of tomorrow.
I'll nurse my hangover before I am pallbearer.
And I'll lower myself tonight lower than you will be rested tomorrow.
But I'll rise to face the steely black woe of a dawn I would choose not to see.
Although I never knew you well
Although I never loved you
I mourn for the relatives closer to me who could never help but miss you.
Sayonara Grandpa x
Bye To The Dead • Opuss № I