Good boy with a bad disease
By VagrantGypsy
In loving memory of Nick Traina: I wish you were physically still alive Instead your words just linger A taunting remembrance that you’re not around From a sickness with no cure, a disorder no one was aware, illness eventually devouring you; A good boy with a bad disease. Sometimes to make waves we have to abandon ship, but you were different, Guess you didn’t know There was no need to jump. I understand your motives; I know your demon’s names I’m not saying you were wrong, but now I'm forced to be in love with the pain of your words, Finding comfort in someone who doesn’t exist in this world any more Because a needle was ‘accidentally’ shoved into his arm. A good boy with a bad disease Destroyed by a sickness with no cure, a disorder no one was aware. Battling similar thoughts But, because I saw you drown in your own wake, I’m afraid to take that final saving leap From a sickness with no cure, a disorder no one is aware A world deprived of a good boy with a bad disease. Written February 9th, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 01:40 PM PST 0 • 1
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