Bond

The bond we never meant to broke or maybe it was meant to be broken. Death, what a must it is. To me death is human instruct because I still feel you in every rain drops hitting the ground, in every note of the music playing in my head over and over, feel you through the roots to this parasite, through the raven flying me back through the memories. Drowned in illusions of me, you and this parasite. I see it coming at nights like a ghost, I follow him to the woods right to the where we used to sit and watch the sky and you sing to me then I wake up in my room looking out the window…