Bring Out Your Dead Poem by Black Rabbit

Bring out your Dead! !
He yells, and they walk out carring it, the box.
The box that holds his whole world, the memories he can't share with her again.
The moments that will never be, or the time that they will never spend. Together.

Bring out your Dead!
He yells, and the others help him carry the life in the box.
The one that will never beat full of life, and laughs, and love.

Later that night they gather around him and help him forget.
With drunken stories, drunken promises, and hopeless wishes for his future.

Bring out your Dead!
He yells, and he puts it behind him, with one look back.
His only wish that he too, could be in that box.
Then walks away.

Bring out your Dead!
He yells, to Me. And I do.
I walk out carrying with me my own box of memories and wishes.
Of my life, and of my love.

This is what happens when you suffer a broken heart.
And Its all you can do when he yells.
Bring out your Dead!

Rabbit