You always played with fire so daringly.
Back then, you were speaking so despairingly.
Your finger constantly laid on the trigger,
Cocked it before, and then you got sicker.
The call was close, but the ammunition jammed,
sparing your life, but your wellbeing was so damned.
In spite of your intention, you did not die.
You hardly escaped even with your goodbye.
Then left as a prisoner in your own bed,
Pain and suffering, no bright future ahead.
No stranger to attempts on your precious life,
Crashes, firearms, and sometimes a sharp knife.
Weapon was still warm from the shots once fired.
You asked for release; you were beyond tired.
You were out of options; I was out of hope.
Doctor injected your veins with medical dope.
He then emptied the bullet from the gun
He reloaded and aimed- I came undone.
Unlocked and loaded, he prepared to fire,
Your courage in these moments I admired.
A Shot slid down the barrel of the twenty-two,
Contact was made, it’s gone right on through you.
You bled out onto the hospital’s white sheets,
Your big, giant heart slowed down and skipped its’ beats.
You were gasping for air, I reached out my hands.
but the coagulating blood expanded.
You grew colder and stiffer, you slipped away.
Your skin turned a distinct shade of blueish grey.
The doctor told us all your body was dead,
This time the bullet travelled straight for your head.
I wanted to hold on, wanted to deny.
I choked on my tears as I whispered goodbye.
Only when your cadaver was laid to rest,
Tears fell and I felt a big weight on my chest.
I tried to let go and I tried to accept,
It’s too intense, reality I reject.
I wish I could have saved your soul with my love,
I hope it flies free above just like a dove.
Go to the gates, when it’s time I\'ll meet you there,
Until we reunite ill send you my prayer.