WORD

I just don't like-

to watch people die.

They kid themselves, lie to the mirror and pretend all is well.

Like shattered glass inside themselves

they're broken and never again

can they be whole.

And they know not, what they do Oh GOD.

The crucifixion

of their soul, aside and

outside for all to witness-

but no one will testify

to what they've just seen.

It's a temperamental suicide,

inside where no one can see

but if you listen closely,

a whisper shouts a song of death

and it departs from station 6...

to never return alive.

I won't hold on to death, my dear.

Not one second longer for

I have been here before and

I don't care for it much.

My soul is no longer for sale

but yours seems available

at a discounted rate for venom.

Oh, you know what I mean and

it ain't cheap because ultimately it's YOU,

and YOU alone that pays THAT bill, my sweet.

So pay and pay and tread the path

that never ends-a loop to loop through Hell.

Weep and whine, my lady friend

for the FEAR you fear never sleeps.

A tear drop glistens, the eye that fails

to see no more of the night-

I can't pretend to discipline,

the foe that befriends the

HATE you've always known.

It was a frown that lingered

A broken hearted romance fingered

and the culprit? She died today!

I know, I know-Who's to say?!

An eternity forgotten before it's birth

A stone faced liar returns to EARTH

And hears the last song

he'll ever hear. It was

a funeral for a Friend.