With aspiration for greatness, moral fiber as tough as nails
Knowing that his insightful mind could one day blaze trails
He dreamt of fame, to mature and be something...
He dreamt of riches, yet he knew of nothing...
Yes, a great mind, some thought perhaps one of the best
Potential was so amazing, yet it had been fried like the rest..
Like a mislead driver, a considerable amounts of his turns had been wrong..
Had fallen victim to the terrible objects, known to him as the needle and the bong..
As they watched him deteriorate, his family just stared and cried
Another day, another night, seems as if a part of him had died
Joy was unknown, and intelligent thoughts were extinct
In the desolate hollow place where he used to think
This young man had been grown to great levels, then been chopped down..
To such a terrible point to where brain activity was hidden, no where to be found..
He summed up his life by commiting suicide, proverbial death for hire..
As I hear Hell crackle..It seems as if another piece of wood has been thrown in the fire..