Not a day passes by, without a company of those sweethearts
In his inevitable agenda, a beauty a day, was the truth
Heaven on earth, which was his slogan, engraved in his heart
Wish to die under the feet of beauty, was his oath
He spent all alone, the final terrible days, mulling over his reckless life
He left nothing for his wife and kids; but a dreadful virus, that sure to kill
Where those companies, busy to hunt, for another life, to slay as knife
Pal left a note, for those that crave for flesh, while his skinny bones to grill
None near death bed, pal ended his life, the journey of planet earth, that flee
Nurse covered his face, with a veil, the last moment I saw my pal as a flea
His dad in the eighties, mourned with grief, for the early departure of thirty
As to his note, engraved on his tomb, “at thirty under the feet of beauty”
In his inevitable agenda, a beauty a day, was the truth
Heaven on earth, which was his slogan, engraved in his heart
Wish to die under the feet of beauty, was his oath
He spent all alone, the final terrible days, mulling over his reckless life
He left nothing for his wife and kids; but a dreadful virus, that sure to kill
Where those companies, busy to hunt, for another life, to slay as knife
Pal left a note, for those that crave for flesh, while his skinny bones to grill
None near death bed, pal ended his life, the journey of planet earth, that flee
Nurse covered his face, with a veil, the last moment I saw my pal as a flea
His dad in the eighties, mourned with grief, for the early departure of thirty
As to his note, engraved on his tomb, “at thirty under the feet of beauty”
