Not even for a second when he wake up did he ask
If today was gonna be his last
An average day in the middle of a life
Terminated by a sharp knife
Killing, spilling the liquid blood
As I found him lying face down in the mud
You might say this poem is in poor taste
But I must discuss the waste
A life of a friend that I have lost
Who pays the price, who pays the cost
Can't cry, just anger till the end
It burns inside to lose a friend
Cold blooded murder, another body laid to rest
Untimely demise, my faith is put to the test
Is there a God? Sometimes I just can't believe
My friend who is dead, was killed and then robbed
Something quite hard to conceive
People dying everyday, there's got to be a better way
The losses blow my mind away
The stain of blood will always stay
Like the memory of a friend who stood with me untill the end