In memory of

In a fleeting moment,
it can end,
life taken away,
bone taken out of skin,
we never know when,
how,
or why.
the pain we feel,
is real enough to be alive,
pain is it's own entity,
gripping, tearing, murdering,
those we hold dear,
hearts stop beating,
words stop coming,
life stops and time holds still,
in that moment what do we see?
our life?
or our pain?
do we feel relief?
or despair?
when we die what happens?
the lights go out,
curtain closes,
exit stage left,
to right down that last slit in his eyes,
that last sentient thought,
before thine breath be naught,
what was in that moment?
eternity?
or fleeting relief?
we will miss you,
our pain remains strong,
but you are not here to laugh it away,
you are not here to see the tears,
but where are you?
if heavens doors are what you see,
I pray thee watch over me.
If the bowels of hell is where you dwell,
wait for me and stay swell.

R.I.P. You cheeky bastard