Slowly losing his mind into a vast blackhole
You see it day to day, depression taking him
Not being to reverse his downward facing grim
Seeing the half-empty, relinquishing control
At one point deciding, that his death is better
Finding a quiet spot, executing his plan
To end his life his way, finishing his lifespan
Writing a final word to help serve his debtor
In his final letter, he reminds her of love
That after this sadness, to go find happiness
Find the smallest pleasures, in all life's craziness
During his funeral, you look upon a dove
Flying high above you, looking down in your eyes
You know your strong angel will guide heavenly cries.
