Do not stand upon my grave.

Do not stand upon that little spot.

Do not weep for thee.

For I never will stop there

I will not stand and wait

I will become the ground beneath thy feet

I will become the snowflake flying swiftly upon the ground

I shine becoming sun upon thy’s face

I am felt like the springs trickle of rain.

When you feel that warmth that I give

I will call out to you beyond my peace

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I will become the stars that shine every night.

So do not weep for me my old friend

I am alive, I am well

Feel me there just waiting for you

In this peace, my new home

Sometimes I feel like death has passed me by. Like it is always one step behind me and just doesn’t feel like running. It’s like it knows there’s no escape for a man like me. For one who has taken lives and spilled blood. It is not a tragedy that a man like me attracts death and many may even celebrate when it finally decides to catch up. I have felt what it is like to plunge a knife in another’s chest to watch the blood seep from his body and his soul from his eyes, but still I keep running. I keep running because one day I hope to find something to run for. One last kill and I can finally go home to the land above. One last job, one last soul, and death will be on top of me. But I think that that just may be ok. Maybe this time instead of blood I will see peace, instead of pain, love.

Sometimes I feel like death has passed me by. Like it is always one step behind me and just doesn’t feel like running. It’s like it knows there’s no escape for a man like me. For one who has taken lives and spilled blood. It is not a tragedy that a man like me attracts death and many may even celebrate when it finally decides to catch up. I have felt what it is like to plunge a knife in another’s chest to watch the blood seep from his body and his soul from his eyes, but still I keep running. I keep running because one day I hope to find something to run for. One last kill and I can finally go home to the land above. One last job, one last soul, and death will be on top of me. But I think that that just may be ok. Maybe this time instead of blood I will see peace, instead of pain, love.

New day new school. I near the doors and almost fall as I am hit with the dizziness that comes with a memory. The warm flow of the blood on my fingers and the coopery smell of the blood hits my senses. Then come the screams some loud others like I had heard them before. Just like that I am snapped out of it by a girl my age. She has black hair like ravens' feathers and was wearing an outfit similar to mine. She had on a black Crop top and a hot pink skirt while I had a purple crop top and black skirt. Mine had a book on it while hers was just blank. She held me steady as she asked if I was ok. I look up at her to thank her and ask where English class is just so I could get off the subject of myself. She says, "Oh of course let me show you around I am so stupid of course you are lost." She lets out a laugh, dang even her laugh is pretty. On the way she introduces herself "I am Ada by the way what's your name?" "Oh, right sorry I am Alyson, but everyone just calls me Aly." I speak nervously. "While Aly stick with me I will show you the ropes of this school myself. Come eat with me and my friends at lunch until then here we are English." I thank her and head in straight into a muscular wall "Oh dang I am such a clutch" I say as I look up to apologize. But he just glares and murmurs "Just watch where you are going and move." I glare back as I say, "Whatever don't be a jerk it was a mistake." He moves away murmuring again "Bitch" I walk back over calmly take his drink and pour it on his spoiled jerky head as I hear myself say "If you call someone a bitch, they may just act like it" and with that I walk in and take a seat.