To My Best Friend,
I know I have never told you...
Imagine,
The war...
I simply sit and gaze,
At the parchment in front of me...
Its been a long night,
Without you by my side...
I know I must not say this every day,
But I love you in every possible way...
She sits, knife in hand,
her skin is pale, dry like sand...
Write me your music,
whipped with dull cords...
I sit in charity dirt, my eyes casted away,
I weep in my own sorrows faultless display...