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

trapped inside

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.