well this really sucks, I found out yesterday that my really really close friend Danny died, from a fucking OD  he was only 25 =*[...so yea I wrote something 4 him, but it sucks worse then my writes usually do,

~favored poison~

All your life was lived in pain,
summed up in the kiss of a needle,
shooting up this hollow 'bliss',
so what if you deserved happiness...
it's a temporary side effect anyway.
I'm sorry you couldn't find that joy,
and no one could take that pain away,
I guess this is what you wanted;
you wanted this pain to leave you,
and now that agony is gone...
but what's left in it's place??
a rusted needle and a burnt out dream,
the memory of your smile...
and the silhouette of our silent screams,
was your favorite poison worth this?
worth a void now in your place,
(which feels neither pain nor bliss)
memories of smiles and tears...
but no more chance of anything?
you left this life so early,
was this how it was meant to be?
you always did want to "get away",
but, was this what you had in mind??


~~{{RIP Danny <3 <3 <3}}~~