Good Mourning

I don’t want to, but I talk to it
Pictures fade like our name
Torn apart welcomes regret
How do I do this?
How does someone
Grieve when answers never come
Taken from me
I’ll hunt as long as I need
And setup traps so I can see
You fall through

You’ll feel fate start
Happening too fast
To escape retaliation or fallback
On anything
Uninvited, chasing
You down
Six feet into the ground
I’ll be there as you shout

What have I done to
You don’t have a clue
I’m too young to die