Even the dead tell stories

Expose well meaning lies

Or tales of true terror

My tale however

Is one of the former variety

It was a freak accident hun

Nothing to be done

A life is not measured by its length

But by its quality and time in the sun

Dead on Halloween

A mention on All Saints Day

And then he was gone

Everyone acting as though

It was perfectly normal

After all he’d want us to go on

But nothing was normal

Nothing the same

Yet they take it out on me

It has to be something

Wrong with my brain

Making me take drugs

That made me feel insane

As close as we are

Me and Jess are NOT the same

As close as twins who share

The same shame

But two distinct people

Just the same

Did they think we didn’t talk

Both before and after

Our lives were shattered

A thousand pieces of ash and glass

Just a week before

We were innocent kids

Smoking in the sewers

Thinking we were cool

You don’t really still believe

In God do you

What of course I do

Well let me set you right little sister

There used to be a god

I’m sure he was everything you imagine

Honest Noble Kind and True

He’s been gone a long time though

Or none of this would be happening

Not to me not to you

And especially to Jess

He was all but black and blue

I’m sorry Kris you know this rings true

No I don’t ! Defiant

watching his wheels

Trying to figure out what to do

I love you, Brooks

I love you too

If you really want to know,

we can check the police records you know

No I don’t

Jess says it was wrapped around his neck three times

Three times

Once it was supposed to happen

Twice is a coincidence?

But three times

It’s divine