He stood ever so tall,

Eye level over my head,

He’s the core of my dreams,

Solace inside a sleepless bed.

Every night was the same thing,

Scratching the headboards for grip.

He’s just another needle in my arm,

Just another uncontrollable trip.

He’s so strong and superior,

His eyes see straight into me;

He hovers ghostly over where I lay,

My bittersweet, fatal remedy…

He found the rift within me,

Dug deeper down, down, down,

He found the agony, the hate, the lust,

Followed the innate, here I drown.

He was my drug of choice,

Full-filler of my addictions,

He bled his soul into me,

Unafraid to admit his convictions,

He poured his anguish into every kiss,

To symbolize what this can never be.

And every night the blade of reality,

Carved more scars into my sanity.

I reached for the light switch,

And plunge into night’s gloom.

He threw his shirt to the floor

And shut out the premonition’s doom.

He’s just another swig from the bottle.

His taste lingers over time.

But he won’t stay here forever,

Like in my dreams, stays angelic and sublime.

Distant bells toll midnight.

He gets dressed, goes to the door secure.

“I’ll be back,” he said as he left,

“I love you, I’ll be back for sure.”

He’s another scar for me to wear,

The only star in my empty sky.

He only wanted freedom from hell,

And as angel, spread wings and fly.

My ethereal angel, he said he’s coming back,

But I’m afraid he was wrong.

His brakes failed him, off the edge he went;

He’ll be in heaven not too long.

He’s just a headstone in the grass,

He’s just a whisper upon the dust;

Suicide sounds like a way to join him,

But carry on without him I must.

Goodbye, Adieu, Sayonara,

I wish he hadn’t left me so.

His legacy I’ll carry on, but,

My angel, why did he have to go?