• Walking down the stairs i smile in the hope of seeing him,
    but when i get there my face was anything but a grin.
    He lies there motionless, barely breathing with a single fly on the corner of his mouth,
    i begin to cry saying his name over and over but he is already to far south.
    His chest moves up and down with each struggled breath he takes,
    although it is no use he keeps holding on even tho it is to late.
    Its 2 am now and im woken by yelping coming from downstairs,
    god i prayed and prayed that he wouldnt suffer but my worst fears were there.
    Now as i lie on my bed using a phone as a light, i cry,
    i cry as i hear him dying slowly and painfully.
    All i wanted to do was say goodbye,
    no more yelping comes from downstairs and yet i am happy.
    Happy that he is no longer suffering but i feel so crappy,
    now he has given into death i sit hear as i listen to the cold silence.
    Cold, unforgiving as death itself and just as violent,
    i dont sing anymore because i sang for you so i am done.
    You were unforgettable,
    ernie my lost one.