Sleeping.

As we look through the glass,waiting for you to arrive, never figuring on the fact that you might not be alive. We see a man in black getting closer to our door,and we know this isn`t the same man that we been waiting for. He`s here to tell us the news of the deceased,he`s here to tell us what we expected the very least. He` says my brother past while in his sleep. He says my best friend died while counting sheep.