My Friend

My friend fell and bit the dust,
Though he pleaded not to the heavens,
They simply whispered back, you must,
He vanished before you could count from six to seven,

Not with cautious resolution,
Rather with swift violence,
Striped, he was, from lively functions,
And to the wind, casted it was, his sweet innocence,

Why did he have to cross that door,
Why did he have to die for,
Life, from his bosom, was so dispatched,
While we could only but helplessly watch,
Now the bitter tears I cry,
Not even the harshest of winds could ever dry,

Quickly was he beckoned,
To that place that lies beyond,
Never again will he utter a word,
Never again will he feel, turning, beneath his feet, this old world,

His song, shall no longer be heard,
For he's fallen cold and dead in the dirt,
And now my heart, broken, weeps,
Were I the one who fell in the webs of the eternal sleep,

Why did he have to cross that door,
Why did he have to die for,
Life, from his bosom, was so dispatched,
While we could only but helplessly watch,
Now the bitter tears I cry,
Not even the harshest of winds could ever dry,

He never had a chance to be,
Now his dreams and  hopes,
Are scattered at sea,
While I'm at the end of my ropes,

I'll never...,
He'll never...,
I'll never see him again,
He'll never breathe again.



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