Death of a friend
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I see an empty body
I see empty eyes
I feel the cold skin
I hear desperate lies
He sits too still
His car in park
His telephone buzzes
Flashes light, then dark
Slash at my arms, my legs, my throat
What God is there to pray to
that creates such emotions as this.
I pray.
To not feel, I search for a void to
I search for a void
I search for
I don't know how it happened
How you dissapeared
One minute here
The next
Gone
You hit the person in front of you
We all assumed you didn't do it
We made up stories
The news rang in my ears
I didn't know how to accept it
"She's brain dead"
I hear it over and over
A constant reminder
I can still see your face
Hear your voice
Promising me I'll be okay
A butterfly lands perched upon its conceit palace.
As his wings sway in the gentle breeze of things.
He has the wind beneath him.
The word beneath that.
Angel, you lay there cold, still
In that pure white casket.
Not a single breath passes from your perfect, pink lips.
Your long blonde hair cascades down your back
and is a perfect halo around your beautiful face.
