Inner Demon (In Memory of Layne Staley)

It was a dark
Like a slap
I saw the blood beneath his eyes
It was a surge
Like a blank
The suddenness of demise
Saw the curve
Like a star
The glint of quiet blade
Saw the line
Like a mark
Driven by the spade
It was a snap
Like a bone
The voice that reached the ear
It was a breath
Like a pine
That swelled when he grew near
Saw the smack
Like the lips
Of poison kissed the sky
Saw the loss
Like the music
Was leaking out his eyes