Tragedy sung a sorrowful hymn
Creeping to it's ****** as destruction tightens its clinch.
Masking itself as a pedestrian unconscious of death's scent.
But none can rebuttal when the reaper has to vent.
Horrendous themes, blood spilled by the pint.
Though skin may grow pail, your legacy exceeds the life of yours
And your accolades tells the tale.
Now the only care leans towards where your soul lies and wonder prowls to a site within the minds to surety that you're alright.
And even when I think of you being in a dark place, I retrace the memories you've placed and remember that light is needed to brighten up the night.
I love you, Trey
Chad.