Shall I compare thee to the falling rain?

        That makes the Sun disappear in a flash

        Darkens the skies and doesn't make day the same

        It either has made you mad or abashed

        Emotions are not subdued like infants

        Your friend's death has flooded your mood and such

        Your blueness has been Katrina intense

        You're trying to handle grief, it's your crutch

         You're diverging attention from guitars

         Passion goes down the drain, now life is done

         Like an injury, you're extremely scarred

         You're not plucking the strings, it's not so fun

         You're stuck in a very dejected state

         Don't want this to further precipitate