Ghastly Haunting Dreams

Tonight my friend Byron died
And you are acting so cruel
Aren't you?

My thoughts on how he passed
It could have been an accident when
He fell from
A height no one could stand
Or it could be a suicide
But no one here could ever ask him
And we can only hope the former

But then what does that say for all the departed souls
Who chose to go way too soon
We can't look back and say we never knew
Just what they were going through

Orange blockades
Broken land
Ambling in such a lorn location
And we can never lose sight of them