featuring Deante Scott (Tayy Scott, ex-Inception, ex-The Science Behind)

A sudden phone call,
And a rising overwhelming mix of realization and wondering for why this had to be.
A sudden, overwhelming tragedy that has come to pass on me.
Even though she’s gone, I’ll face her, even though I cannot save her.
I shall confront the face of death.

Demanding the knowledge.
I need to understand the process, the cause, the effect and the reason.
Examining the body.
Her lifeless body has become the source of my suffering.
I must have the knowledge.
We will understand the process, the cause, the effect and the reason in time.
Let me see the body.
Her lifeless body has become the source of your pain.

Acceptance. Permission. I enter the room.
He opens the body bag, revealing a future tomb.
What I see is shocking; I can’t stop disbelieving.
Epitome of sickness. The question is the quickness.
Sample the body. Research the meaning
As I sit here, reflecting: I just saw her two days ago.
He comes back with the meaning.
He comes back with the answers.
He tells me it’s a plague.
He tells me it’s a cancer.
He says it’s something different.

The lights go out.
Gunshots about.
Hit the floor.
I’m hiding, fearing everything coming through the door.
The doctor, dead.
Once again, the body, taken.
I have suddenly become petrified, but wholly redefined.

Research is under progress.
Days pass, then months.
I continue with the hopes for an answerable end.
I have finally found somewhere that I can go.
I guess my destination is a graveyard in London.

I need more than this perfect reason.
I need more than this selfish season.
I need more than this dead end grave.
I need more than this place.
l need more than this.
I need more.

As I stand here, in this cold, unwelcoming graveyard,
I think to myself “Is any of this worth it?”
I truly cannot think of what else to do, where else to go, how else to continue.
Maybe all of these graves are just telling me where it ends,
My pursuit of finding the reason, of uncovering some greater truth,
Because what will it change?
I just ask myself, “What will it change!?”
I understand now that she is gone, and I…
I can never change that.