it’s not right
as someone drifts
into the fiery night

with blood on our hands
from their veins within
as the rush in their head
leaves them dead

as they fall victim
to the only beast they know
named, a narcotic charm

beautiful people
with beautiful ways

touching souls
giving us meaning
through their music

don’t look down on them  
as they all loved you

you made their life
from a dream they had

they were lonely souls
not understood
not ever to their self

they were looking for help
but no one understood their music

screaming out loud
telling their stories

how their life has become
hoping for help

why, why, why
do we have to lose
a life of talent this way