The dark side of myself likes MCR
And I’ve tried to keep control of her 
But she keeps bursting at the seams 
And waking up in all my dreams 
To tell me how to live 
And to just forgive 
The slights made
The flights you were afraid 
To take 
Now the wake 
Is full of people drinking beer
They don’t seem to notice death is near
As I sit beside the coffin
And remember our time on Inisbofin
When I fell and bumped my head
Against a rock and now you’re dead
But are you really? I sense you’re free
And not constrained to lines like me 
Your soul expands 
And all these slipping sands 
Are just the flow of time 
I try to capture as I rhyme 
To still the torrent 
But it doesn’t warrant 
The armed brigade 
The bodies you can’t save 
As they march off to war
I look back at her
And she seems to know 
All that I cannot let go
I shake at the edge of the fray
She whispers that it’s all okay
But I can’t trust, can I
In that which will never die