Old Friends
The final picture dissipates then i walk away
birds and bees, no notice take bats and fireflies lament
For they know me by my candid craving
Understand my flagellating function
The bright brute only ever did see me smile
with gritted teeth he borrows my plain countenance
my eyes widen, my mouth gapes to understand why
he burns himself, my body sweats in parallel
then chokes and forces to detest his mockery
She selflessly slips away, slowly reaches down
to caress me, to soothe me and to salve apply,
to nurse my lacerated body, wit and heart
When the final thought designed is when i walk away
Then the sun wouldn’t mind but the moon would rivers cry
She knows me by my sincerest shadow
My soberest sorrow she empathise
