If ever the time has come,
Let it be known and
Let it be said.
He was always and never
Prepared for it to be.
Cut short, or just on time,
A judgement beyond our mortal say.
We can only breathe a sentiment,
While in our heads we sigh,
Glad it wasn’t us.
Life flashes by,
Time is wasted preparing to die.
Worshiping the imaginary,
In hopes of something eternal.
A foolish waste of
The precious moments.
Paint your wrists red
Because nothing lasts,
And that is all.