A Tribute

I hardly knew you
But your death has touched me
In ways you could never have dreamed

When I close my eyes
All I see is your blood
Spilling, flowing
You are my first thought
When I wake
And the last thing I see
As I drift off to sleep
Where horror haunts
My every dream

Though your memory may dim
And the pain will fade
I will never forget you
You who died so needlessly

my word,
(are these your words Gendo?)
it is besides the point,
you are becoming positively mauve
oh Great One;
I remember when I first posted
you said you were not the poetic type.
now your becoming :cool: bone daddy
*snap snap*

I wasn't exaggerating; I haven't got a poetic bone in my body. Something to be said for speaking from experience, I guess. Like the security guard poem.

you may not have a poetic bone in your body
but you have plenty of sardonic cartilidge
and that's okay by me.