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.

OpheliaMargaretDead Boy • Opuss № I