You have dead eyes that don't let you see the truth in your slow suicide
Where did you go?
There are only glimpses left that have spewed from your pen
but not in your eyes
not in the hand that holds your glass
removed from your smile
What will they do when their hero has gone
self destructed
imploded
Destroyed by demons that have been drown but never forgotten
as your idols before you
learn from them
read their pain
but do not suffer as they did
for then their message will have been written in vain