Don't Worry, They Don't Have A Stage

Don’t Worry they don’t have a stage

Emotions, I want not,

my feelings bursting hot,

but before they show I got them caught,

‘cause only destruction they bought. 

Remember the day, I do,

when they were last in queue,

the day that hereby flew,

death and decay it brew.

Asked her not to ever go,

come and leave, to and fro,

my only family to whom I owe,

to my wish, she couldn’t say no. 

Knew my soul was empty black,

violence and harm, my own flag,

still unwise, her I did drag,

wish she knew a survival hack. 

My own hands, poison I mixed,

fate of her, I had jinxed,

told her to stay while grocery I fixed,

came home, thought my eyes were tricked. 

My sister lay cold on floor,

from her head, a hole, blood pour,

the house piece by piece tore, 

a bullet also, to her hearts core. 

To thief it was another work day,

my family to, was end of hay,

she died, her body seemed clay,

held her, the blood with my tears did play. 

My feelings are now well in cage,

don’t worry, they don’t have a stage,

won’t let it leak, the emotions’ rage,

it’s last existence, is this page. 

Have nothing for which to live,

standing on the rail-track, my own captive,

my sister, a greet I’ll give,

hope she loved me, even if for brief…

Goodbye