oh, michael

you've managed to bleed through your stitches, and i'm sorry I wasn't there to heal you,

you're too far gone now, and I would only make things worse.

people say you've grown from this, that you're so much older now, 

and that progress doesn't come from numbers, because numbers can't represent you now, 

but i want to hear it from your mouth, i want your head to remember us, 

I want your arms to reminisce the feelings you once had, when there was nobody there except us.

and all your dreams, they're shell shocked,

escaping mind by the likes of a gun cocked, 

loaded and vengeful, no time,

and i'm just sitting here with lost time.

And all these feelings are keeping me still, under the florescent lights.

and I'm screaming at these white walls, I'm yelling "Fight"

because that's all we have left, that's all they left you with.

and hope was what I found, buried beneath every negative scenerio, every sorrow, every shock.

but between my outline and some kind of dimension, you weep, because you can't find a shelter safe enough to dwell

no, no, you see this isn't you, this body with this blank stare, you no longer fill, this body is just a checkpoint, for the ones that knew you so well, proof that you, as a person, were here, that you made life, THIS far, and to show, you're not one to give up.

but i see through those bones, and I don't feel you, I feel void, and I want the blood of the man who destroyed you, 

who destroyed me, who gave me no second chance, to watch you grow to the man you were soon becoming.

no, i'm left wondering if you still see me, if you can hear me screaming, FIGHT, because that's all I have left, that's all you've left me.

You were stolen, stripped naked of everything that made you a person, and so unspoken, is this whole tragedy left molting, 

and now will arise, a new form of hypnotize, and it will sanctify all the words you spoke before this, 

and i'm left here coping, hoping that one day i will indulge in the real you again, 

and make up all the times when i wasn't there for you, before this, 

I feel like a bad friend, an enemy in the slightest, because I didn't see your worth until you were grounded, 

until you would no longer be in THIS moment, 

what sets you apart from me, is that you were always there for me, 

and I, being selfish, anguish and intolerant took it for granted, 

such a fool to lack participation in the greatest gift god can give, and that's friendship. 

See, i let you down, so i put the blame on me, but this has opened my eyes to the real blessing that is before me, 

and so again, you teach me wisdom, you're my own personal messiah, and holy is the word at which i am describing, 

because i've identified the love at which you were providing, 

and now, i'm left screaming, Fight, because that's all that i have left, that's all you've left me with.