Tag: Grief

School Shooter

~ Yanagi Studios

Dreaming to become infamous
the news cycle spins so fast
you’re forgotten faster than the victims decompose

I know how they hurt you, I know you felt so scared
now’s the time to make them run, make them cry, make them hurt
all for a change, just to see things change

Yet you could really teach them a lesson
really show them something
if you forgave them
if you protected them, helped them
shielded them from harm

Hurt people hurt people
and it’s those bastards’ fault you’re so damaged
for one moment in the sun you could be the one to feel strong

But it all fades away like day gives into night
that strength, that might falls apart
dissipates like melting snow

Yet you could really be powerful
if you found the strength and courage
to let it all go and move on
nurture your soul
don’t let cowards make you one of their own
you’re victorious in love and mercy

Crude weapons made of steel
imprison the user and set the victim free
you can choose to heed providence
you can always choose

Twins

~ Yanagi Studios

By Thomas Caterer

You’ll feel better when you look they say
Hands shake, knees about to buckle
You stare into the casket
Her face made-up, red lips, ghost white skin
She’s dressed for a wedding or a party
She sticks out where everyone’s dressed for a funeral

Her last words, ‘I can’t feel my leg’
The peritoneum flooded with blood
Like invaders rushing the city walls
A liver ripped in half
So violently, so casually

The twin thing, the special connection
Sensing her never again
Two sides of one coin, with one side scratched off
The tight knot in your stomach
The snake crawls along without a care
Inside of your skin
This is what emptiness feels like
Hands grip the coffin
Despite all the laughs and smiles that will hide it over the years
You know that some part of you will forever feel
Some small part of this endless emptiness
Always

A Place Where He Speaks

~ Yanagi Studios

By Thomas Caterer

How quickly the days became months and then years
My continued crisis a vile tribute to my base fears
In the immediacy of your premature death
I was confined by piteous concerns of ego
In my dull stomach a regret stirred, numbed by tears

In the final few months as we watched you decay, I played the mother
Preparing your meals, only for them to be abandoned, one after another
You shared the tales of your trips, speaking to gods in a sea of colour and light
An innate need to dispel fright, to accept death, you’d lost a friend too
We discussed the mutual fear in the dead of night, of the dark that will smother

I can only hope you found peace after your last breath
I wish that we could hug now and talk of death
As we did in dreary, rain-sodden nights in feckless England
I know we were both troubled by the silence of God
I hope you found a place where he speaks…