10 May 2012
It's so ironic,
How the only stanza you ever wrote,
Told your way to your grave,
The final line
"in the end I bleed"
And a car hit you.
4:30 a.m,
Killed instantly they told me,
But that doesn't stop me from imagining you,
Bleeding in a ravine,
Yelling for help,
Yelling for a God,
You didn't believe.
Yelling for your family.
Slowly your eyes closing.
Blood pulls around your body,
In the end you bleed.
Dead Boy • Opuss № I