Gross

I smell like alcohol

Dirt

And cigarettes

I smell like dumbness

Puke

And all of my regrets 

R.I.P., Gabriel D.

Sitting on the moon

You must be fishing stars

Stars that shine like you

You shine as bright

Bright as the tears

Than here on earth we cry

Thinking of the time

We could've said goodbye

Drink the liquor of the angels

And their tasteful dark cigars

As here we pray

With all our heart

RIP, big brother!

And thank you for everything