Under this starless sky, I sit and contemplate,
This weeks suicide, cannot just be fate.
I saw my brother about an hour before he died,
I hugged him as he sobbed, he couldnt look me in my eyes.
Shit man the babys cryingill be back I said,
I would have never left him if I knew in an hour hed be dead,
I heard my other brother yell "Mikey hanged himself"
and I flew down the stairs like a bat out of hell.
the garage was loked so I broke down the door,
I ran and pulled the noose off him and laid him on the floor.
I pushed on his chest as I screamed mikey No,
and I kissed your cold skin, as I begged you not to go.
I can not see anything, I am so blinded with tears,
I see you hanging, when I try to see the good years,
I feel so exhausted, and you have only been gone for a week,
any future happiness for me now seems so bleek.
Under this starless sky, I try to contemplate,
all of this sadness has turned to rage and hate.
I feel like getting even with everyone who ever caused you pain,
I now live in a dark place for the insain.