So convinced that this is the end,
You tore through turbulent existence;
Your sentences, all past tense.
What is foe was once a friend,
Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments
And metaphors that never make sense.
Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,
Your presence was always permanent.
The madness brimmed and quickly spilled
Actions of mindlessness – impulse –
Jumped the cliff, the water engulfed
Skull against stone, drilled.
While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,
Your soul fell through the punctured skies.