November Mourning

R.I.S.P., B.E.B. November 5, 2010, 2010, Friday, About 3 a.m.

Hidden behind his eyes,
Is fear like frigid ice.
I want to tell him,
It's going to be alright,
On this cold November night.
I lie under the dark sky,
Feeling like I'm going to die,
'Cause he's in so much pain,
That I can't take away.
Wish I could, but there's no way.
Moonlight shouts,
On the cold red ground,
Where the body of a young boy,
Was found.
I hear the sounds,
Of tears falling and I'm bound,
On this cold November morning.
November mourning.
Moonlight shouts,
On the cold dead ground,
Where the body of a young boy,
Was found.
I see his angel face,
In the papers of this small town,
I'm never alone,
Just in case,
On this cold, November mourning.
I loved the way he loved me,
Did I ever show enough back?
I loved the way he made me free,
Life gave you an attack.
On this November morning,
You took your life away,
With a run in disarray,
On this cold November mourning.

Author's Note

Its supposed to be confusing to show the confusion we all felt that morning when we heard the news.. Dedicated to Brandon Eugene Bitner. We all miss you, especially Kass.