I wrote this a few days after I found out one of best friends had been murdered, I thought about going over it later and improving it but that would ruin it in a sense... the poor writing is mainly due to really unclear thinking (meds, anger, and emotions in general), anyway... To death or time do friends part: by me... As my mind writhes in loss, I search my mind to find days long lost. I look into your blank eyes, I’m looking to see life but there’s no surprise. I look back at days we spent as friends, But all I can think about is today, where all that seems to end. Should I speak now, or never more? Should I close my eyes? Now wet and sore? All I can hope for is that there is something better at the end, Rest well, friend.