From his veins blood escaped
Desperately gasping for a breath.
The burning convulsion seeping out from his chest.
"What have I done," he asked.
The thoughts made no sense.
"Where had he gone," his friend guessed.
Determination and an evil grin on his face
He laughed as he asked for assists.
"I'm gonna make these boys be missed."
And all three came together, but only two left.
That fateful phone call made
And their mother wept.
His life, like a dying rose, now withering away.
Now the promise of life is betrayed.
Written by: Jena K Valiante
In Loving Memory of Andrew & Matthew Bohannon
-Gone Too Soon-
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