a 3 faced Jack,
mixed breed of black grey and white,
had to face the fact,
of a flesh torn by that deadly bite.


[thank you for the good times,
it have been great while it lasted]


Jack, are you feeling down?
Jack, are you feeling lost?
You chose this and please dont frown,
Jack, its all your cause..


No point reaching out your hand,
what is it that you wanted?
Jack its over my friend,
No, please dont turn to hatred.


A torn part of you will heal
to fill up all your vacant space,
a message written for his lovely pal Jill,
"i wont forget you in my prayers.."


[so long.. ]


Jack, why are your eyes wet?
go hide behind your mask
a masquerade of hidden emotions
for Jill u must.

-Dats Life-