Sing King from Apostatize! by Brooks Strause

Sing king, open arms, he lies or hangs in silhouette depending how you see. Wide-eyed, his jaw hangs, milky spheres protrude. Those eyes are reaching out for me. My son is dead. I thought it was alright but I was wrong. My son is dead. I hardly said goodbye and he was gone. Doorway, chosen fate. You would think the horror stops where salvation begins. Stairway shadows writhe, and he is down there rotting, he is paying for our sins. My son is dead. I thought it was alright but I was wrong. My son is dead. I hardly said goodbye and he was gone. Daylight, please return. A second taken grieving is a God-damned waste of time. Firelight, take us all. Each will suffer greatly for this sacrifice of mine. You're killing me, boy. You can bleed into this. My son is dead. I thought it was alright but I was wrong. My son is dead. I hardly said goodbye and he was gone.

• Iowa
• Other
• Rock
• Singer-Songwriter
• Kalamazoo