This is not how your story should end,
But life aint always a fairy tale kid.
And you did suffer every day
For a false promise, that the pain would go away.
Lying alone beneath a grave,
Your short life chiseled under your name.
The hands of limbo claimed your soul
Your life was sold so long ago.
A friend in life and haunted still
For within my head you impose your will.
As I’m pulled into your darkest dream,
Helpless I watch you cry and bleed.
He gave you up for a night with a whore
He lost your love and so much more.
And when confronted he lost his mind
His mind and body with rage gone blind.
As his fearful words paint your mood blue
A fatal grip changed your skin’s hue.
Now that I know how your life ceased,
I hope I can help you rest in peace.
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“And you did suffer every day
For a false promise, that the pain would go away.”
So relatable! Excellent piece of writing, Bro!
Thank you sir!