JesterSyxe

we walk down the same street that we always take down to the lake with those six-strings on our backs we talk about nothing important it's been a normal day i can't remember how many times we did this we reach the water and sit down, there are few people around darkness is rising and i know it's different this time coming from deep inside myself and i can't run away maybe we should go, i get up and start to walk after a few hundred yards, talking all the time i recognize you're still at the lake just sitting there then you fade, can't remember your face then you fade you died three years ago in a car crash and i since then just t