Read me, this is the story of a dead life.

Life is expensive.
Death is cheap.
I found this out,
As you died on the street.

The blood that's flowing,
From inside to out.
My best friend, you died.
With a shot and a shout.

The cries of the scared.
The murmurs of the crowd.
The sobs of my own,
That rent through the town .

The look in your eyes.
The glassy-like stare.
The light dying down.
You're no longer here.

The whole in my soul.
The missing piece.
Flew with your spirit.
Where you'll finally meet peace.