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The sun burns everything under it
While I keep on digging the ground
Working through the judgement of this Evil God
I keep on my doing...

Suddenly remembering all those happy thoughts
Recalling holding my child, high in the air
Your little smile when the kid was having fun

It feels like I'm in my own world
However I did drank my flask
What good am I now? Haha...
But nobody is here... I'm the only one...

Your loving embraces during the night
While our son was sleeping
Or the nights we stayed with him
When he had nightmares

---The ones we never wished for him...---

To hold onto him very tightly, being the parents that we are
To cast our love on him... so full of care, full of love

The lights and the darts were still hitting my body
Not feeling the pain, for I had other things to think about
All this digging…it’s driving me crazy…
Oh how I wish I could believe your old words…

To see you from the window of my job
Walking the streets with our son
To come and see me, making me a surprise…

---Paralyzed, I could just stare…---

Both bodies that meant my whole life, on the ground
A car, next to it… For the moment it happened...
A criminal who keeps on driving
Police cars passing through…
A racing heart, a pounding chest

---Why can’t I breathe anymore…---

I keep on blinking while tears fall
My feelings out of control
Anger… Sadness... Despair…
How is that even fair…
I walk out, leaving the work in my back
Approaching the corpses… shaking from every inch of my body
Eyes trembling… An ever so soft touch… A so sweet perfume
But such an event just right there…
No words are willing to come out, just an emotionless look
I carry both corpses to the car and start driving…

I keep on digging, the sun purifying me as if I was a sin
All the sweat on me, was nothing but my own tears
I go back to the 2 corpses, and carry them to the hole

‘I’m sorry… I promised we’d always stay a whole family… Lover, son, I’m coming.’

Not another word was said, he lets the car there, and moves onto the hole too
Putting the dirt on him and on the bodies next to him
Covering himself as much as he can

‘I love you my love… And son, I love you too…’

Tears continue to caress his cheeks while he uses the shovel one last time…
Hitting the side of the hole, making the dirt fall on them…
There was just a little hole now…

And the family was again united.




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On Friday April 20th, 2007, Dark Nymph (76) writes:
So sad but sweet. Emotional. Powerful.


On Friday April 20th, 2007, ShatteredFaith (238) writes:
*dry's tears* aww babe this was so beautiful and horrible at the same time..


On Thursday April 19th, 2007, silent circus (400) writes:
e, so heartfelt. emotional. and crushing---i loved it ♥ ~*dani*~--never let the ink stop


On Thursday April 19th, 2007, silent circus (400) writes:
that is so sad, a man giving up his life to just be by his family for eternity, yet it is sick to take the life of his young child, not letting him nor his beloved spare another breath, tragic, you never seize to amaze me nore, never---beyond awesome writ



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