That bang, A shower, His scream, An hour

Watching abuse to a mans willpower.

A hug, To bed, I’m numb, He bled

Tyler’s face no longer was red
Became as pale as the moon when it ebbed
He was destroyed by our friend being dead.

Atop of the roof,
conversations so high
The smell a reminder
Of those who had died.

Grey in my lungs,
Grey in his eyes
One cigarette left
Our last tearful goodbyes