I lost a great friend to a lonely suicide, his parents have always been on the run looking for that place to hide
His dad , such a big man, such a big ****, his mum as long as I've known her she likes to fill an emptying glass
Day one of free air till last inhaled, my friend was engulfed with torture, to its  parameters of pain he was impaled
Anger and frustration , the perpetrator of mans downfall, an age old collaboration
The love of many can mildly quench a burning thirst but there is a place from which it should come unrehearsed
Its a flawless love that never ceases to give ,  and helps to reassure , brings that light of sanity and warmth when life can be so cruel and impure