Be still, baby brother
Little Jonah, still fighting...

Tiny footprints fall behind me
I don't understand you, little Rachel...

Little sister, in her taps
Small red dress upon their laps...

Snoring, childishly breathing,
Laid out upon his grave is where they'd find you...

I remember you,
Standing before me...

Love struck little twinkle-toes,
listen as the wind blows...

Morning bell tolls I
Look down at your...

I look to you for support;
Because I can't stand on my own...

Just give me cancer, with a side of
Pyro, for 5.20, please...

And as the colors deepen,
each day gets worse and worse...

Bum to tummy,
Legs meshed together, my arms around you...

The rain begins to land
Like heaven's torture bombs...