My Fallen Friend - Poem by Charisma Hishaw
Goes your bloody corpse
Perhaps to take your last breath as you come in contact with the ground
Or perhaps to suffer as I smile and taste the sweet crimson liquid against the ice cold metal
You were once my friend
But ALL good things have to come to an end
You chose to suffer
You chose to know the true meaning of a backstabber
And me, as your friend, showed you
To bad you can't be alive to thank me
Not that you did when we were friends anyway
You lie there and gasp for air
I trace your face with my blade and smile sweetly
You couldn't be more pathetic
It warms my blade
Call me crazy
Call me insane
But remember this
I was the one who shoved this knife into your brain
Know in the end that what I did was right
We could have been great friends
But you chose to hurt me
So I hurt you more! ! !
I needed to!
I wanted to!
To let you see me lick your blood from my knife
To see you cry
To see you shake
To watch you meet your fate
Knowing that it was me who gave you that sweet morbid death
So you wish oyu had killed me first?
Heh, you were just warming up...
And as for me?
I had to quench my thirst
My Fallen Friend! ! ! !
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