First Nightmare

Damn, Wade I've been having some nightmares
After your death in July. 
Most of them brought me to tears
And we're the worst of my fears
Would you believe two of em where about the devil? 
And sometimes when I'm alone.. 
I think about what'd it be like to be on his level
Would I still be alone? To live on my own? 
No pain in hell could be worse than solitude in the cold. 
Let's continue to this dream I had of old
It was the first dream I had after you died bro 
It dreamt of being at my house
And I got a phone call from Richard's house about
Him. He committed suicide because he couldn't take it
I can remember how cold I felt, no help from the blanket
My eyes went blank, full of nothing, emotionless.
The truth bared hate, full of something, but motionless
Damaged me to the point of depression. 
No one could save me relentless. 
I stared out my windows 24/7 
Wondering how many more in heaven
How many more of my friends will you take? 
To world of suspenseful greats? 
I wonder. Put pressure over the corner I was placed in. 
Around the room I would be pacing 
Until his funeral would come. 
Who was happy? None. 
Everybody mourned, every single one.
His mom comforted me as my tears kept streaming
Inside I was screaming, I was bleeding. 
Then Timia hugged me from behind
Telling me everything would be okay, alright? 
But then she breaks up with me
Which hurt more than any damn disease to the kidney
I lost my best friend, and my girlfriend. 
Life was terrorized by Hell's whirlwind
What was there to live for then? 
No clue after that. 
Richard woke me up to escape the aftermath. 
You tell me what I would've done from this passage man.