Post by Chief Tom-O-Hawk on Jun 26, 2016 6:01:39 GMT -5
The Cemetery Walk
"Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know"
today i sat beside your grave
and smoked a cigarette
today's the day i think about
the past and the regret
i went to your house
quite late on Saturday night
i laid down on your carpet
and closed my eyes, and cried
today's the day i realized
that when i'm ninety and alone
you will still be buried here
just a coffin, and a stone
i don't cope well
with things like this.
i guess i never have.
it's hard to think that someday
i won't feel so sad
to think that my memories of you
are all that i've got left
today i sat beside your grave
and smoked a cigarette
today i'm not okay
-in fact-
it's been the worst day yet...
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Outback of the house I walked the path many others have long forgotten. Walking around the bend, my fingers reach into my shirt pocket. Pulling out the Marlboro pack that had stayed with me throughout the years, the dried, aged tobacco suddenly looking so inviting to me.
Without a second thought, the cigarrete met my lips. With a quick strike of the matchbook, came a flame that lit the dried end of the old cigarette. And I looked to the ground, upon the wooded path and seeing the two stones that made my skin crawl. My wife Collet, and my Daughter Rose laid to rest here all those years ago. And today of all days, hit me the most. Watching the aged graves in hopeful anticipation of the ground to open up and my beloved wife and daughter to greet me with open arms.
Realities that were foolish fantasy.
Wayne looked down to the grave in long remembrance, the tears streaming down his face. Remembering how happy things once were when it was Mother and Father with a healthy Son and Daughter. And now, it's just Father and Son. There was no replacement for Collet, no matter how many times Wayne had tried.
Since their demise, Wayne went from a loving family man, loving life, loving all people, loving everything in general. To what he is now .. cold, callous, seemingly heartless, vengeful against the world, against god, against family, which led him to kill his own brother, and not once shed a tear for him. It led him into the most hardcore elements within professional wrestling, where he excelled to perfection. Using the physical pain to drown out the pain in the spirit, heart, and soul. Wayne had become a master at hiding his real pains. Had become an expert at manipulating physical pain into nothing more than a mind numbing, most welcome sensation.
And today, the years take their toll. Today, Wayne Hammon sat outside, laying across their gravestones. He cried in their memory. He cried for their loss. He cried for all the acts of sadistic torture he performed inside the ring in his efforts to forget. But most of all, he cried for failing as a father when once he had been the best of all fathers. He cried for making lame excuses to get into the ring with masters of pain and vengeance when he himself only wished to be pushed to death itself. Wayne wanted to die so many times over, despite the numerous titles, despite the following of devoted fans, despite becoming a household name.
Wayne wept, he cried, he sobbed, he convulsed in the tormenting of his soul from the intense memories of good times gone, as well as bad times created. Success had cost him his life, his soul, his heart, his system of beliefs. And as Wayne Hammon wished for death, Zombie McMorris would do his best to comply. As Wayne Hammon dies on those graves, Freezer Burn gained power. As the soul shredding to nothingness, the rebirth of man and wrestling god and and Angels of Death came to fruition.
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"Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know"
today i sat beside your grave
and smoked a cigarette
today's the day i think about
the past and the regret
i went to your house
quite late on Saturday night
i laid down on your carpet
and closed my eyes, and cried
today's the day i realized
that when i'm ninety and alone
you will still be buried here
just a coffin, and a stone
i don't cope well
with things like this.
i guess i never have.
it's hard to think that someday
i won't feel so sad
to think that my memories of you
are all that i've got left
today i sat beside your grave
and smoked a cigarette
today i'm not okay
-in fact-
it's been the worst day yet...
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Outback of the house I walked the path many others have long forgotten. Walking around the bend, my fingers reach into my shirt pocket. Pulling out the Marlboro pack that had stayed with me throughout the years, the dried, aged tobacco suddenly looking so inviting to me.
Without a second thought, the cigarrete met my lips. With a quick strike of the matchbook, came a flame that lit the dried end of the old cigarette. And I looked to the ground, upon the wooded path and seeing the two stones that made my skin crawl. My wife Collet, and my Daughter Rose laid to rest here all those years ago. And today of all days, hit me the most. Watching the aged graves in hopeful anticipation of the ground to open up and my beloved wife and daughter to greet me with open arms.
Realities that were foolish fantasy.
Wayne looked down to the grave in long remembrance, the tears streaming down his face. Remembering how happy things once were when it was Mother and Father with a healthy Son and Daughter. And now, it's just Father and Son. There was no replacement for Collet, no matter how many times Wayne had tried.
Since their demise, Wayne went from a loving family man, loving life, loving all people, loving everything in general. To what he is now .. cold, callous, seemingly heartless, vengeful against the world, against god, against family, which led him to kill his own brother, and not once shed a tear for him. It led him into the most hardcore elements within professional wrestling, where he excelled to perfection. Using the physical pain to drown out the pain in the spirit, heart, and soul. Wayne had become a master at hiding his real pains. Had become an expert at manipulating physical pain into nothing more than a mind numbing, most welcome sensation.
And today, the years take their toll. Today, Wayne Hammon sat outside, laying across their gravestones. He cried in their memory. He cried for their loss. He cried for all the acts of sadistic torture he performed inside the ring in his efforts to forget. But most of all, he cried for failing as a father when once he had been the best of all fathers. He cried for making lame excuses to get into the ring with masters of pain and vengeance when he himself only wished to be pushed to death itself. Wayne wanted to die so many times over, despite the numerous titles, despite the following of devoted fans, despite becoming a household name.
Wayne wept, he cried, he sobbed, he convulsed in the tormenting of his soul from the intense memories of good times gone, as well as bad times created. Success had cost him his life, his soul, his heart, his system of beliefs. And as Wayne Hammon wished for death, Zombie McMorris would do his best to comply. As Wayne Hammon dies on those graves, Freezer Burn gained power. As the soul shredding to nothingness, the rebirth of man and wrestling god and and Angels of Death came to fruition.
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