Today we gather here,

my uncle is drunk on beer

my mothers eyes are filled with tears

my grandfathers fist clench in fear

We gather around this stone in the ground

not many could make it into town.

the ones who could, never got along,

they all had their own motives of being around.

some wanted the sympathy of the death in a family

some hoped the will left miney in there name

some wanted closure

and some wanted to make sure he was really gone before they moved on; as all they ever wanted was to see the bastard dead.

he was never a good man but we will all lie in his name

because it's sociallly acceptable to change someone's whole life once they are in the grave.

not one family member spoke to each other in this time of loss

we all glared with glossed over eyes looking at the disgrace of a man we called family because of blood ties all along.

but he was my brother, and i lost him the moment he laid hands on his wife.

her name was claire, she had gorgeous hair, but we cut it off to get the blood out.

we had to scrub the tiles clean before the police arrived.

he died along with all of his promises that ended up as lies.

me and claire stare at each other, our glances speaking loud and clear.

although we say we're innocent we were the ones to pull the trigger, which still rings through my ears.

but i wish i could take credit for this action,

and just yell

that the "amazing selfless person in the ground"

was a cold hearted bastard.