In loving memory of my dearest little brother, my friend of 16 years. Rest in peace tough guy.
The ghost of death not long ago
Hunted lives to feed his soul,
Last night, his hunger grew
Decided at last to hunt some new;
Young souls and hearts cause that he knew
They were the tasty ones, of life so full.
The ghost onto his search ran past a few
But didn’t catch his eye only those of blue;
Of that little man in an hour of sin
Found himself in desperation and that which in;
Carried his pack of cigarettes, his lighter too
Thought he needed something else, a gun, but what for?
Couldn’t he carry on just a little more?
The ghost of death sent a vibe his way
“Take the gun child, let me lead the way.”
The handsome man nodded and gently obeyed
And on that abandoned rock down the forest he layed;
Himself down and smoked a pack to think
What is this life im living? What more could it bring?
The ghost pointed at the gun layed beside him
And smiled at his face cause he knew he could guide him;
To take that bullet out of his pocket and 3. 2. 1.
A blast took part and was the only one.
One was enough to lay him dead and gone
You filthy ghost took the life within him, now begone!
You took a friend, a son and a brother…FINE! I learned your lesson
You hunt the kindest humans as your angels in heaven.
P.S: i wanted to publish the unedited version of my writing. This was written at 5 am with a shattered broken heart and swallowed eyes.
This time it’s not about making the writing perfect, rather than real.
RIP Joe, I’ll miss you my friend and forever remember you for your courage and bravery.
May the mighty Lord keep you and your family safe my fellow bloggers.