This is a poetic story I wrote. Who I Am Fractured But Somehow At Ease Like A Ghost Of What Once Was Vessell's Of Emptyness Pulling Ahead To Follow The Current "Watch Your Step" Says The Man In Black Or We'll All Be Left To Sing In The Dark. Frightened, Lost, Holding On. What Can Be Expected From Accidents Without Victims? Will The Effect Circle Back And Pull Us Under? No, Slide Forth And Take Your Seat. The Blood Is On You This Time. Apparent, It Seems You Figured It Sooner. Or Would You Prefer To Drown In Your Own Guilt Not The Way Intended. Then What Was. For Such An Act Deserves A Right. To Bear Fear In Each Heart, Make Them Swallow The Truth. Too Much Seemed Thee, Again Slide Forth Only This Time, A Story Interred. "Black As A Widow, Short From The Fall" Understand, Repetitive Motion Brings You Down. Fretless To Harbor Fear Inside, Brave And Dumb In The End, We All Cope With Loss. Install The Feeling To Survive Because Of Our Actions, We Kill The Memories