My Soul Screams Out To Them

[Sord]

My soul screams out to them,
But I cannot touch them,
I cannot hold them,
I can only stand and watch them weep,

I try to reach down and hug my little daughter,
But she falls right through my arms,
Her tears water the flowers of my grave,
And I can do naught to stop them

And behind her stands my wife,
Silently crying as my daughter sobs,
But i cannot comfort her either,
They are both alone now,

Oh, what hell is this,
That I must watch my loved ones' grief,
Their bereavement streams from their eyes,
And I cannot wipe it away,

I cannot comfort them,
I cannot take their worries away,
I can do nothing,
I am a symbol of grief,

I scream,
And I cry,
But it does nothing,
They cannot hear me,

I turn and I strike at my marker,
I cannot take this,
I want to escape,
but once again I fall through it,

I cannot erase it's message,
It glares at me,
The bars to my prison,
They burn misery into me and my family,

Here lies Daston Fawn,
Loving Father and Husband,
1972-1995,
My soul screams out to them.

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yeah, i dunno, felt like writing something sad...

[Mayu]

I like just woke up from a nap

Hello Sord http://www.pso-world.com/images/phpbb/icons/smiles/icon_smile.gif

[Sord]

hey Rena, have a nice nap? been kind of dull around here. That usually means I wind up writing, hence this stuff >_>

[Tystys]

EMO.

Should've played with us, mang.

[Sord]

not writing about my own misery, that would be being emo

[Mayu]

hes got a point o.0