Friends

April 24, 2016 § Leave a comment

They lurk just beneath

The surface. That stench?

That’s them.

Because they’re the rotting corpse

Of what I used to be.

They’re drunk

On my blood

They feast

On my flesh

Then they finish up

By smoking

On my breath.

They’re my friends,

These corpses

Because friends never leave…

They never leave.

 

 

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