Sunday, December 30, 2012

Want a cookie little girl?

Magpie # 149
image by R.A.D. Stainforth

You call him your friend.
He who, like a thief
in the night, steals your
Precious possession;
The breath of your life.
Your heart beats faster.
You cough ‘til you puke.
Your blood pressure goes up
And you tell yourself;
This friend relaxes me!
His lies fill your head;
need me to feel good.
always there for you
while you tell me your
troubles. A friend indeed.
Following  blindly
you drag me into
The abyss of cruel
Agonizing death.
Not my friend, not me.
Steal my money
Steal my breath
Leave me flailing
in the ashes of death.
You are my friend.