**KEYED**

i dont have the time for it..stupid homo Purple Haze



Jamal sat in tears as Brandon slipped into critical,
2 strikes against him, employed..his life was pitiful
turned 16..dropped out..tired of the monotonous tendencies
at war with the world, good looks and intelligence werent in his weaponry
seemed to find mischief effortlessly, it never found an end
lived a life of near solitude, betrayal and treachery deprived him of friends
Jamal and good deeds didnt blend, lack of a significant other left a gaping whole in his life
But Brandon was there for him...throughout all the tribulations and strife
Jamal stayed all night, he was reluctant to leave his side
went to the restroom only to return to find he had died
tears flooded from his eyes, this was his best friend..he thought hed never stop..
fell with the energy of a waterfall...held Brandons hand as they hit his head as soft as Rain Drops...


bah.....