What can I say? Another one dead and gone away. Lost to ignorance, or Possibly blind to addictions hooked grip. One day your dangling a toe Just over the edge. The next, Your staring up wondering How you lost your footing. I could say heβs a ******, but Lord knows the elixirs I have invented To dispel the dark heart of my depression.
Though I stand stoic, life has taught me To never shame a smile. The sun rises for the living, and Dead men fall short of tomorrow. The amorphous soul slips through the seams Of hands grasping to hold. So, when death discards its cloak and Swirls its specters all around me Iβll raise up life like a guiding lantern And Step through existence with my convictions.
Rest peacefully to all I have lost to the chase for a high. To all those running towards death to escape life, may you find some solemn quiet in the next life.