Jayrel.

I sat there numb and dull,

Thinking of you.

I used to have a wall in my eyes.

You, Jayrel, removed my eyes

Allowing me to see. I miss you.

Now I stand and stare at the rats in

The sewer.

Their fragile existences, provoked by the

Decay of humanity; of me.

I think of you, and I am pure,

The rats stop and stare.

Waiting for your memory to crumble,

To dissipate, to relinquish its hold on reality.

The pity of those above the rats and I

Rains down.

Beating down upon my back,

Blinding me. I miss you, you were never

Blinded by society; it is true that the blind

are blessed. Never seeing the death and

Decay of life; the wasted life of the world.

I started to think, I might be better off

Blinded.

And the rats swarm over me.