[messenger]

going through diffrent stages of mourning
woke up this morning, tearfull pouring another top up from last night,
u left and its like someone turned out the flashlight
and im traveling back into that past life that i barely escaped from
the hates gone but what im left with is empty, hollow,
but i dont wanna wallow i wish i could of followed u in,
two soldiers whos destinys clashed,
you helped me escape my past,
i helped you embrace the fact that u were dieing,
and although we brushed it under and spent a few years lieing,
we couldnt escape the dark evil wheel of fate,
and i hate that there was nothing i could do to change.
im useless,
so i just sat there and watched u fade away
faded from my best friend to a coffin weight,
but i couldnt stop and wait and contemplate that my world was crashing again,
i spent so long fighting the last battle wit the pen.
and all those two face back stabing rats came to the funeral, got pisst at the wake,
it made me fucking sick they were taking the piss til there was no piss left to take,
almost every night i awake from a good dream then i cry,
cause i was dreaming that u were still alive then i realise,
try to sleep again so i sleep wit wet eyes.
i bet that u fly, soar above me guarding the darkness wit bright wings.
since u left i havent been able to write a single thing,
i need u back without u im crippled, my strength is missing
arnie i need u i hope that ur listening

This post has been edited by messenger: 22 February 2011 - 05:46 PM

[DudeAsInCool]

Nice tribute to a friend. Your writing is improving, too