The words they struck me like knives
The melancholy of your dejected life
Your voice it hummed in my ear
As anamnesis of you and I fogged my skull
“He’s dead” the words spattered
As transparent as that.
Dead. Lifeless. Deceased. Erased.
Demons dart through my
Intrusive and devilish curiosities
An enigma, a conundrum, a single question.
To state I recognize your sensitivity
Understatement of the year.
You were my rock
The foundation to my being
You caught me when I fell
And proved I wasn’t abandoned
Where will I turn without the
Glowing mask of reassurance
Upon my tear-soaked eyes
Such a future beyond you,
Such elation and euphoria ahead.
Jubilation and prosperity in your hands.
Spilt to the floor with your beating heart
From cold, stiff hands now lifeless
Awoken from the dream
That there is dignity in the world
That anguish can be obliterated
Incapable of sleep
Sidelined from an apetite,
Thoughts of obscurity and gloom
Consume me from the inside out
By parasites they call heartache
Gone far too promptly
Torn from our grasp
You spurned our support
And spit in the direction of all aid offered
How could you be so naive?
How could you uphold such oblivion?
A hand from every direction,
North, South, East, West,
Awaiting your clench of desperation
Prepared for the road ahead
Closed are your eyes
Closed is my heart
Closed is your coffin
Closed is the door to the rest of your successful life
You slammed that door
You heard it click
You released the knob
From your misfortuned hand
“Suicide!” screamed your mind
“Suicide!” screamed your heart
But “Live!” screamed the hopeful hearts
Still holding on to everything you could be.
But you were already gone.