my dear friend

Dear friend,

My dear friend,
The days are coming to their end
For the clock is weak
Do you hear it tick?
It’s sitting on a shelf
Thinking by itself
How to get along
Our blood runs so wrong
Writhing on the walls
Painting on the doors
To disguise the shame
Things are growing tame
Inside this dark vault
To conceal your fault
Clean up dirty hands
Do you see the sands
Are running out of life..?
Begging to survive
With only little effort
You unsheathe the sword
And when the lives go by
Please, old fried don’t cry
It isn’t worth your mourning
Hide behind next turning
Oh, my faith is low
Yet my mind so slow
Neither for forgiveness
Nor for other-iveness
I can feel the beat
Yet another weep
And suppressed laments
Don’t expect the amends
‘Cause the death is close
Sneaks up on his toes
Look at the shed!
Blue was once red
The screaming has settled
It was all so mettled
Amongst the massacre
Every kiss was sacred
Biding sweet farewell
Sending straight to hell
Though it doesn’t count
Truth was jus a fraud
Nothing will reclaim
Once I write your name…
Absorbing it’s sound
For crying out loud!
It
Won’t be better
Burn this letter
Nevermind,
I’m alright..

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