Couldn’t bare it, not one bit
Dragging his addled mind on out of the gutter
A nearby butterfly catches wind – flutters
Watching his brother’s coffin entirely shut close
Disposed of altogether
Pebbles come dashing down all round, failing to fill the crater-sized hole which envelopes his heart
It was never supposed to be this way, these two were never meant to be apart
A vapid drug-dealer’s dart right through an adolescent
Party tonight, but come morning time they get ready to die all over again
Fried brains and souls to match the sorry batch of followers in hot pursuit
No leaders here, prepare to dust off your each ‘n’ every funeral suit