Schools out and I've got no one to blame
for this photograph, of you
Hallways where I always heard your name
But I don't believe, we've met
No I haven't seen, your face
except for in, my stains
Sour breath, floats along the floor
But I don't recall what for
In the sea, you were spat out like a cork
But I always knew, your fate
We arrived, too late
But you'll awake, again
She arose, my lady lazarus