from the wreckage, dear brother, the tape still remains – unaltered, only without its owner, you dear brother.
its with me, taken from your car, twisted on the side of the road where you left it. where you left me. i hope you didn’t hurt when your time came,please god ,please god, you took him from me dont make him hurt, let me hurt for him each day i live so that he doesn’t hurt in that crash,please and i hope the noise was faint and i hope you didn’t shout in pain, nor lie there unaware under the black night, under the awful starlight that watched you die. i cannot take these images of you out of my mind, torn apart, broken and bleeding.
from the wreckage, only the tape remains. perfect as you always kept it.
i wish you didn’t die, i wish you didn’t leave – things just stopped with you. i hate god sometimes dear brother , i hate the night and i hate knowing that you had an accident in that new car, it was a nice car – green, my green, your green.
you left without me knowing – you left without me – i wish i could have died with you but now we are apart. and i have to live now…
i cant forget you and when i remember, i’m break inside like a ceramic dish, shatters whe its dropped.
let me die a little please so i can take your pain, for mine is absolutely nothing to that of knowing you are gone and never coming back to talk me ever again.
but its okay – its all good brother. i’ll live for you.