with friends like you, who needs enemies

[squirecervantez]

so we are the kind of friends that never talk to each other
after so much and now theres nothing
not a word, not a glimmer
my mind is wrecked and my heart surges
to spend my life...
to spend one day...
to spend one afternoon...
to spend minutes on the phone...
to catch a glimpse...
to remember...
to nothing...
till death it seems
utter remorse for things that transgressed

i need to study some history
i dont want to learn history
i want to sit out under the stars
to curse them
i used to wish on falling stars
i would watch hopefully
but now there is no wish left to be uttered
i grit my teeth if by chance i might see
i avert my eyes so dreadfully

i hate being alone
i hate having company
is there a happy medium?
ill never find it
my soul is in all disarray
searching searching searching
im a hound
a swine upon the earth
snarling and howling
grotesque
looking in vain

another day goes by
my tongue does so much harm
flesh rent
blood spilt
thank you for that
my dear my dear

"i want to count the rings, bring the hatchet"