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Do not stand at my grave and cry,
For I am not ther I did not die.

By XxOrder-of-ChaosxX

 


It's amazing that the world can keep spinning
after you have left it.
We all saw the topic "Jimmy 'The Rev' Sullivan" and we all thought,
"What did he do this time?"
We continue to read the words,
"It is with great sadness and heavy hearts"
And our hearts also sink.

This could not be possible.
Of the five he seemed the most
immortal.

First we think it could be a joke.
That the guys are messing with us, teasing us before the release of their new material.
Second, we are stunned, as are our bodies;
they quiver and our mouths hang open.
Overcome by the realization that this is no jest.
He is gone from this Earth.
Thirdly, we become either angry or
?
swollen with tears.
Our hearts plummet to our stomach, we hit things, we cry out, we vomit, we scream
his name.
Of the fourth, we become numb.

It's what creeps up our failing arms, our kicking legs
It's the pain in our throats from our tormented screams
It's the tears simply falling out and our useless hands that have no intention of wiping them away.
It's the cold air that stabs our lungs despite warm temperatures.
The only thing we can feel is our
beating hearts.

Perhaps this is all we feel because his beats no longer and it becomes
torture.
Savage agony during our paralysis.
It does not seem fair. It does not seem possible
to have our bodies be so useless and yet feel this much pain.

Then we go to sleep, tears pooled in the corners of our eyes as we lay on our backs
and they all spill out when we turn on our sides
as we hope to awaken the next morning it will not have happened.
Jimmy will wake too.

No.
He will not wake.
And it is the first thing we think of when we open our swollen eyes.

Once again we are numb

 

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