A dagger to the heart
Do deaths happenings always seem
The memories of those characters past
Seeping constantly to your mind
As if YOU were the one who received the fatal blast

Now, I do not mean to implore
Bu let me just say
Recollections are always a bit frayed

The past is but the present
Memories forgotten
Come to stab those untouched
Again

Though memories of those gone
May be strewn about the floor
The real pain has just begun

For while you were relieving times been seen
Now has bequeathed
To you

A repeat
Of the vicious cycle
Come once the ground is made neat
Further been made RIP

Whispering
at first
Before finally screaming:
A realization of your final
Slip

On
the blade
of the danger
of death