alas
love's cast
cute boy
brings joy
just friends
fresh lens
looks like
luck strikes
sound choice
chill voice
vast arms
all charms
chums wed
well fed
fluffy
hubby
Six foot one, with eyes of steel
Just one stare would make you keel
When he walks in a room, people feel his presence
All women want him but probably just for the essence
The voice of an angel with the look of a thug
But he’s kind and caring and would give you a hug
All the talent in the world can do what he wants
Sex and drugs mostly because that’s what he flaunts
He’s the voice of a generation, The best singer in the world
But unfortunately for him, he just lost his girl
She’s gone forever and can’t comeback
Believe it or not he’s on the same track.
So much money and so much fame
But that can never seem to hide his pain
He has lost all interest in the music he’s made
Drugs have control and now he begins to fade
We heard nothing from him until 2002
That was when we all found out, that he had died too.
Empty in his apartment alone and rotten
Layne Staley was my hero and will never be forgotten
Neon green and purple lines intertwine our streets so full of imprints that layne
across the sand. Take my hand and I'll lead you to a victory that not even I will
understand. Words do escape my thoughts as I call out to you so aimlessly.
Misery to the ones who will never deserve it and you'll reach out to me. Warm and
moist the air runs through a chill, that spill of my empty heart once torn. Mind
perplexed for another go, a second chance to see you and your world worn thin,
seeing with eyes anew, once born. Bred of him and she who love so dearly more
than life can discribe to begin. I look for a deeper meaning torn into the sky, one
of which I wish to mend. Your eyes captivate me to write a novel of a little shy
tragedy that I'm scared to reveal the ending to. Your words, so pure, I wrap myself
in its essence and foul beauty of a girl and this tea time lullaby for two.
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