RIP Ian, Josh, Matt

Death was just another
Piece of entertainment
Childrens' eyes viewed this
Calamity as another part of life
But only when we lose
Our brothers
At the hands of someone
Else do we realize the
Devastating tricks of time.
And how hard we cry
When we have lost our friends
Because they took their
Very own lives.
It is hardly accepted
When we've come to expect
The loss of our elders
Who taught us how to strive;
But when we shed tears
For those who shared
Life within our own years,
How does one resist the
Urge to become overcome in strife?
Rest in Peace,
We laid our words
On a tombstone whose
Lines were blurred through
Watered vision;
We could not help but feel anger:
Throwing clenched fists
At a God who
Granted such commission.
We chastised and blamed
Him, convincing him
That maybe we were not ready
To say goodbye.
Did this once lively
Corpse get the chance
To count his last sheep
Before he passed?
In selfishness we
Wished it was us,
Instead of him who,
[So seemingly unspent]
Had passed.

Sleep sweet my little time bomb.