Trip Fisk: A Cautionary Tale

May we gather

The trees arch over my face

The light passes through the little holes in the leaves that cast

A shadow into my eyes

I can no longer see

Because the sun is shining directly into my eyes

Into my eyes, it's burning my corneas

But I'm going to keep going

At my own brother's funeral

My brother's name?

Jeffrey Tomlinson

He was only 23 years old

And he was murdered

By a sword

It was a decoration sword

Hanging up on that special door

A katana to be exact

Because he really liked anime

And it fell down one day

And it sliced his-his scalp right off

His own sword-his own friend scalped him

Dear brother

Dear brother can you hear me screaming for your name?

Wishing you were here

Cursing your name

Worse than when you were here

Worse than when you were alive

Wasting all your precious time

(Dear brother) Waste of such a precious life

Dear brother

Dear brother

This is a cautionary tale

This is a cautionary tale

Just letting you know

Your precious life is gone

A cautionary tale

A cautionary tale

A cautionary tale letting you know you're-

Sword

A cautionary tale

A cautionary tale

A cautionary ta-a-a-ale

(Dear brother, Dear brother) This was a cautionary ta-a-a-a-ale

A cautionary ta-