Track 1: "Bleed To Love Her"
Pinegrove Cemetery—those two words scrolled high atop the iron gates was a punch in his gut. Instinctively, Jack turned left. It had been over a decade, but still he knew the way—Section 70, Lot 9. The memory was seared into his brain. As he turned off the ignition and slowly made his way out into the night, his stomach lurched. Even the freshly fallen snow under his boots was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound for miles. Guided only by the full moon, he made his way to grave no. 24. No one else would spend Christmas evening in a cemetery. He was truly alone.
He’d have to get closer to make out their names, but his feet felt like lead. With each heavy step, the tears fell faster and harder. The last time he stood here the maple trees were the colors of a fall sunset. Ten autumns have passed, and the pain was just as excruciating. As he kneeled in the snow and dusted off the first plaque, he vomited. He remembered the way everyone placed red roses on top of her casket before it was lowered into the ground. She hated red roses. Yellow was her favorite color.
After washing out his mouth with a handful of snow, he tried to muster the strength to brush off the plaque to his right. He sat motionless in the snow as his soaked blue jeans began to freeze. The chill crept into his bones as his body began to shake. Six feet below him, their bodies were dust. The bronze names and dates were all that were left, and he vomited again.