My wayward friend

Your soul is lost

Your body racked

In storms is tossed

The soft white bottle

Your only peer

I yell and scream

But you don’t hear

Your one attention

On pills is caught

You face so white

And hands so hot

You burn with fire

And confusion, hate

My sweet condolence

Comes to late

I pray for you

At Godless knee

To op blind eyes

And let them see

Until then I wait

With bated breath

And stare at cruel shell

That you have left