He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...
The World may never see
The sickness and disease...
To be, or not to be, this is a lame question
But it does have a point...
I can see you clearly
You as always happy...
Water dripping
from the sky's tears...
I know I shouldn't complain,
At least I got to hear you say my name...
I don't know how to handle thinking back.
Was I only created for living once in the past...
We both know how this will end,
so don't pretend to be my friend...
I woke up last night panting.
Not once, not twice, but thrice...
The repetition of droplets fall like angels
into veins of suffering eyes that read...
I thought this time would be permanent,
not just a dying cell, a subtle wind, or cracks in...
Sleep fair maiden, peacefully,
lay down your earthly woes...