Jun 25

Distorted Thought of Addiction - RIP Mitchell Adam Lucker

I remember the day
your face
was plastered to the inside of my eyelids
from hours and hours
of watching the news
realising I had lost you
Main street
-- you were not
-- the main stream type
13th street
-- but somebody else
-- on Halloween night
And the thunder comes from the west
-- how can it be two years ?
         -- but it is so hard to forget
They search and they wonder
yet I know
         -- God, you were not meant for a halo


I cannot help but hate
    that motorcycle
        even though
It was your oversight --
    And the bottom of the bottle was your only friend
        -- crashing to infinity in sudden suicide
They search and they wonder
    and I just do not know
        you owe me this much before you go


Do
you
regret it ?
    

Do     
        you
            yearn
                   to go back ?
        Do
            you
                 hate
                    that moment of silence ?


NO !
Actually there is only
one question that means
anything
          -- @mitchypoosays,
                 -- do you miss me ?
please
    please
        please
            wake
                wake
                    wake
                        up  
Please tell
    me you do
        because I miss you too
            like -- stomping in -- hell.

 

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