My Suicidal Friend Who Finally Met His End Poem by Lancealot Whiteknight

When death approaches,
be so wary,
and remember that life is also scary.
a friend of mine he did,
and he was remembered for a week,
it all seems abit bleak.
A life not lived until it´s natural ending,
seems like a regretful mistake unending.
Perhaps he has peace and tranquility,
for his life gave me a possibility.
The one that doesn´t happen very often,
especially because of someone forgotten.
His death gave me a new perspective,
and of that i feel protective.
Rest in peace!