"Friends"
I am finished with all these stupid games.
The lies, the deception, and the deceit –
All so you can get a title, false claims?
No room left for you? No, please, take my seat.
Left behind, as just a mere stepping stone
Only useful for one second in time
And now to find myself here, all alone
Enclosing all grief into one short rhyme.
Ha! And you ever called yourself my friend?
After all the whispers behind my back?
Don’t bother – there’s nothing left here to mend
It’s the hour to note the traits you lack.
Well. Once betrayed and never so again
I care not if I always live with sin...
So listen hear, and listen well, dear “friend”…
You left me with such a
Pain
Yet you ask still for my help, begging
In blood
To save you from mistakes of your own misgivings
Crying mercy.
I forgo my past, such coveted structure, turn my back and leave you to
Suffer alone.
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