I'm sorry I failed you as a friend;
That I wasn't there for you at the end.
Sad and weary, you took the time you required to mend,
But I was unavailable when demons you needed to fend.
I can do nothing else but ask forgiveness,
For all the cries for help that I have missed.
And while you're not saying it, I know that you are pissed,
Because in your tragic words I hear the silent hiss.
So, my friend, what will happen now?
I hope things may be redeemed, but how?
If I am too late and you decide that it must end,
Then your precious life, you will let the Reaper send.
But, if you choose to stand against this howling wind,
Then my hand, for what it's worth, I will still lend,
And it will be for you to decide if I failed as a friend.
