In the End

You were caught in the undertow,

pulled deep beneath waves of woe.

These were wounds you could not heal.

That sensitive soul perhaps your Achilles' heel.

I remembered your concert was my first.

Father took me, though he was terribly unversed.

Your music spoke to my teenage distress

Meteora unearthed all that I had repressed.

It was Chris' birthday - weren't you friends?

Was this a message were you trying to send?

Were the walls closing in? When did this begin?

What morbid, unruly thoughts crawled underneath your skin?

In the end, I suppose

This is the path that you chose?

A step too close to the edge, we didn't see you break

We didn't know what was at stake.