They came
& they went,
disappeared
sometimes
in a puff
of pink-mist.
Top gave us
some great advice.
Love them like brothers,
but don't get too close,
'cause when
they
get burnt like toast,
their ghosts
will haunt you the most,
forever.
I didn't listen.
Now all I see
are their eyes,
all I hear
are familiar voices,
their agonizing screams
in the night winds.