I laugh at death.
I laugh because she is a mind fuck.
How is it that he is dead, and I get to live?
How is it that I was born lucky, and he was born burdened?
How is it that I am here, and he isn't?
I watch the halls we used to roam, the classes we used to take.
I remember the things he would say.
I remember and I never want to forget.
I laugh at death because it should have been me.
