We had a spring
And summer didn't last long
And winter was coming for us
You were a lonely man
I loved you and still remember
all those days
Growing up was useless
Getting old intolerable
Most people you met
couldn't see you, although some did
Your pain ate at you all the time,
So you tried to kill it off
Which didn't work.
So you killed yourself, motherfucker.
Those who remember you
will think of you not as a hollow man, but as a soul, lost and violent
Now that you've left
Grant yourself some peace of mind,
Indefinite leave-
Leave of hatred, Leave of misery
Leave of the idiocy of repetitive thoughts
Sleep, my boy. Play with the mermaids.