Sunday Morning

On Sunday morning I cried,
For he left this world,
With a heart filled with life,
And a mind filled with darkness.

On Sunday morning I cried,
For he left this world,
taking a piece of my heart with him,
And leaving me alone to weep,
With the sight of the last time I saw him,
Like a flower dried up and shriveled in the dark.

On Sunday morning I cried,
For he left this world,
Unexpected and without a goodbye,
Leaving me alone screaming into blackness,
“Come back, come back..”

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I haven't written anything in a long time, So i'm a bit rusty. I personally think this sucks but whatever.
Rest in peace Brian xx