Ah yes, Darth writes crapass poetry, too.
This was during my no-caps phase.
you changed everything
when you shared with us your gift
you were special
you drew a picture of the world and
colored outside the lines
a troubled mind
a tortured genius
wish we coulda had you
a little bit longer
so sorry you had to go
on april 8, 1994
(i was 11)
you took back that gift that day
left us behind
and went to the place where the angels sing.
i bet you're still singing.
i bet you're outsinging them all.