Hello, paper...

My pencil would like to have a word with you...

Personally...

Hello, paper...

My pencil would like to give you a present...

A masterpiece...

Yelling out to the stars above me...

My best friend is gone...

And I didn't even get to meet him...

Sadness covers the great parade...

It turned my heart into a spade...

And then it fades...

Hello, paper...

My pencil would like to spell out a point...

Serenity to the mind...

Hello, paper...

My tears would like to have a word with you...

Cause you're the only one I can talk to...

My best friend is gone...

My best friend is gone...

I didn't even get to meet him...

I didn't even get to see him...

I didn't even get to hug him...

I didn't even get to tell him that...

Love was in him...

...

Hello, paper...

My pencil can't write to you anymore...

Because it's too soggy...

Hello, paper...

My pencil can't spell out this cruelty anymore...

I feel like the world has robbed me...

Someone save me...

Save me...

From this slavery...

I want to cherish more of the golden ivory...

But all I see...

Are demons covering the silent meadows...

It feels so gloomy and mellow...

To walk out into a shadow...

And have it cover your existence...

This poem goes out to an artist that I've listened to for a long time. I wish I'd gotten the chance to meet him soon, but he was recently killed. Even though I've never met him, hearing his soul vanish echoed a million voices. A young voice drops into the dream of devils. Why? R.I.P Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy (xxxtentacion)