shallow grave

today
i walk out upon empty space
where a life once fit
and from this day on i own my fathers gun
hes gone and Ive begun
starring into the setting sun
screaming like a blatant omen
its late tonight
i hope he was right
and it all works out
with him gone
i cant help but move on
sitting here
looking down
reading a stone
me and him one on one
always a loved son
from this day on
until I'm dead and gone
i wear my fathers gun