my Only friend
Your necklace is the color of innocent virgin
blood. The light jingle of metal clashing from
your necklace worn by you and only you sends
a frozen blade down my back after it rejoices
my ear.
The silent noise of a dead man's touch echoes
throughout the empty halls as darkness
slithers not to far behind. When your
love for me is at its pike your stride is
stronger than carbon.
The lifeless color of my soul stares back at
me while a tear of a ghost drops on the wooden
floor on which you lay. As I slump past your point of
comfort I am pierced by your thoughts of
encouragement and hope, but I do not take action.
Your love for me is everlasting,
but our lives are the sun and the earth
and will eventually come to a halt.
You are my only friend, you are my
dog
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