The cop's cameth into his poetical room
Pills were scattered in that moribund tomb....

The young man's body was **** on the floor
Like a baby he was once again rebirthed....

Poem's spread all abroad,
As the boy's veins were pumped by ****** cause.....

His eyelid's still open to see,
But he's now joined his ghost family.....

The spirit's sat and watched the cop's
Whilst the boy was with them and God.....

Mum and dad cying a sorrowful tune
Singing hymns of the depressed and the blue's....

The young man left a note on his bed,
Telling them he Gaveth all his love, and the one he loved left him bled...

He was scholar of the angelic ones,
Now he floats somewhere by the sun....

The only romantic around,
A poe enthusiast, Shakespherian amare clown.....

And because he hath given his all,
His expectations were broke as his wall.. .

The coroner brought the Hearse
At thirteen the boy was CURSED.....

Now twenty-seven he hadst let go,
He wasn't meant for this world anymore.....

In his time he saw who was worldly and not,
And through this time it was him they forgot...

He preached love of the star's above,
Now he returned with immaculate love....

His journey and strife was over far gone,
So he left in a hurry to his own song....

He feeleth no remorse, nor guilt,
Who wouldst with such wordly nilch...

At the funeral the crowd packed inside and wrapped around the block, he was more loved, just the demons made him think not...

People cameth he hath not seen in year's,
He was in the room with them, shedding some tear's....

He forgaveth them long ago,
It want them, just this place wasn't his home...

Though the ones whom he watched below,
Didint understand that or even know....

Now he's dressed in a celestial earthly black,
Wherein inside him the universe doth match.....

A halo he weareth once again,
Because in his past life he kneweth it wasn't his end....

But he continues to spread his amour',
To the lost, suicidal, and murdered galore....

He writes poem's now for God,
Wherein he belongs, no reason to sob.....

As everyone left his funeral room,
The young man stayed behind whilst crying a fool....

He yelled why didn't thou all loveth me back,
He preached of forgiveness and love, that's a fact!!!!

But he kneweth it was far to late,
Now to the serpahim he hast a nice date......

He's smiling now feeling the warmth,
His cold abode never couldst light that torch....

And now the world wilt remember his name
Twenty seven , forever young and a cherub flame........



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry