©PMcCoywrites
Your demise is devastating.
It’s shocking last I saw you;
will serve the last I will see you.
It is haunting;
like a dejavu tormenting:
my mind periodically hibernating.
It's still a dream to me.
I recall the titbits of your dreams;
you shared with me.
All down to the hurtful hands of Hades.
Though you're not my close pal.
But I know you’re one with morale.
The little of you I know, my rationale.
It hurts you left so soon your place of Royale.
Rest on.
Good night Eric.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
©PMcCoywrites
Your demise is devastating.
It’s shocking last I saw you;
will serve the last I will see you.
It is haunting;
like a dejavu tormenting:
my mind periodically hibernating.
It's still a dream to me.
I recall the titbits of your dreams;
you shared with me.
All down to the hurtful hands of Hades.
Though you're not my close pal.
But I know you’re one with morale.
The little of you I know, my rationale.
It hurts you left so soon your place of Royale.
Rest on.
Good night Eric.
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