Commonplace to reach the end of this
contrite way, isn't it? Crying in arms,
hands held wholly, and scars like
flushed cheeks, implosive to the touch.
Memories of you my brother, the grey
had set in too early, so ignominious
to our polarized youth. My eyes were
grey too Billy! Yours, like fossils in
the Black Hills, buried in belittled dismay.
Upon this light, I see it Billy, your reasonable
relieve of life in an un-nerving world.
That relief, I must say, is considerable,
but there's that hope Billy! That future,
spoken through grave lips, coarse,
hardened with time. Incessant truth I
find in your contempt, of this hell, to
dwell within constraints, expections of
insurmountable appeal. The promises,
the success Billy! Your grey eyes would
have shined, I'd seen it, no one spends
a moment's time considering your essence
now. Here's these words, your soul encompassed in incredulous vision
gave way to a silent seclusion. My ode to you
my brother, victor of time, regret, malice and
deity, you are the one true hero. Your relent
to inevitability, the expedient to justice of
all sinners alike. This ironical spill of eulogical
sentiment, in my darkest hour, will never equate in your fearless concise. All of these failures, tears shed in redemption only to be dried with condescension. Apologies fail to forgive this life Billy. Why not tie it up in a knot,
kick the support from right under our foundation! A mystery you will always be. Tragedy, somehow doesn't decree it for me.
Inequality, society, and blasphemy seems to deem what has happened to you, oh and to me.
Your rope, the burn, the silent asphyxiation into the relcusive, abashed in unforgiving despair you have the unequivocal right to close your eyes, turn your back on an perilous world.
Savage, asleep with the parasites as they creep but not to ever reach your soul. Reknown to the unknown, depths of which cannot be ascribed will you forever be inclined to posses my deepest sorrow and empathy.
Sleep well alone tonight, Billy.