Where he lies...

A bottle of pills lay beside him,
A death most grim,
As froth leaks from the corner of his mouth,
His soul heads down south.

His friends do not know,
His family does not care,
Whether he is here, nor there...

So once his body is found,
His body lays six feet below,
He now rests underground.

Why'd he do this?
Why'd he want the devils kiss?
Why not seek help,
Maybe he did but no one could here his cries,
So instead he dies.