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Mature contentMe And My Friends MsDeathTheKid 14 9
Didn't see the light
Always in the dark
Then I met you
You brought me up into the light
I wouldn't be able to do anything
Without you on my side
But then I left
You and I both went to the dark side
Back to pain and hurt
I said we would see each other
But that might not happen
I promised but now what?
I pomised too much
I saw your pain, you saw mine.
But I never thought
You really ment it
I wanted the best for you
You wanted the best for me
We never thought we would be stuck
Like this in a black hole
Never to come back.
But when we DO see each other
I will apologize for everything
We will be friends again
Nothing will go wrong, I promise.
I cry for you every night.
I cry because of you every morning.
I miss you and that will never change.
I cry when I see your face.
My pain won't stop till yours does.
I love you with all my heart.
That is a fact.
I still sit here thinking of you.
That will never change in my life.
The only thing I have to do
Is look for you
Grope around and finally see
our best friend is guilt.
all her words are plugged in to
the kitchen wall
pulled from the sink, the drain
that toxic kind of ink
there is a sickness in my bones
& every line
take me to the places
that only the clouds can dream of
that i will never reach
take me home
Sometimes I get lonely.
The title may seem a bit askew, but basically this is about a poet. In essence, the poet is my friend; guilt is our friend.
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
+The obscure demon began strangling him to death,
Devouring away his soul.
He called out an appellation,
A title which he chose to call this creature upon him.
Alarmed the demon stopped.
It began to quiver.
+The boy, confounded, started crying.
The demon could not get a single word out.
It had found a owner,
Which it could call its' own,
It was delighted.
Someone has discovered it a name.
+Cursed, this demon is.
It disobeyed its' well-being.
A soul eater, it is.
Now it is mute;
No longer does it have the power of speech,
Nor will its master be able to touch it.
Its' relationship with its master
Will be discomforting & laborious.
How will it communicate with him?
How will it comfort him?
It stood by the side of his bed, just glaring at him in silence.
+That's what it'll do.
It'll be his guardian,
A protector against the darkness.
It'll stand by his bed
And watch over him
As he reposes in tranquility.