In Memory of James Owen Sullivan
He's gone.
Death has stolen him
Where has he been hidden?
I search and search
But cannot find him
It won't be the same without him!
What have you done, death?
You've taken the wrong person!
Take me instead, and spare him
For everyone needs him more than me
Pry his drumsticks from my dead hands
And give them to him
For he needs to live on
To make beautiful music
For the fans who miss him so.
(NOTE: I've written this poem in memory of my favorite drummer, and my favorite band.
James 'Jimmy' Owen Sullivan, Aka The Rev, died on the 28th around 1pm. He was the
drummer and backup vocalist of the band Avenged Sevenfold. The cause of death at the
moment is natural causes. Is it just me or is it kind of odd that he died on the 28th and he
was 28 years old?)
Copyright © Marary Rarara | Year Posted 2009
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