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”Staley's Comet

No resemblance to what once was,
What have they done to you?
Haunting sounds that you create,
Did you just want something new?

War torn thoughts and a deep lost love,
You couldnt find your way,
So you sold your soul to get a hold,
Of something that would stay,

Little white lies to battle cries,
Mommys little boy,
Slow death running through your veins,
Surrendered to the pain,

Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
Theres nothing left to fight,
The fun stopped so long ago,
On that cold northwestern night,

Your distance to the top,
Was less than most of us,
Silent whispers into your ear,
Try to attain the rush,

In the beginning there is never harm,
It seems easy to control,
But once the snake begins to bite,
The poison penetrates the soul,

Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
Darkness absorbs the light,
The fun has stopped long ago,
On that cold northwestern night,

In the end, you have no friends,
Its you and you alone,
And when its time to pay the price,
It will split you to the bone,

Now you left us here, to fight the years,
Theres no shame in reaching for a hand,
Candle lit by the t.v. screen,
The remains of the man,

So here I am, a humbled man,
But I remember through clouded eyes,
Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
His wings no longer denied...

R.I.P Layne Staley (1973-2002)