Whatever happened to that young starry-eyed anarchist in the black suit, with flowing brown curls, eagerly waiting for life to unfurl.
Through you he was replaced by a teary eyed fascist,
carrying a gnarled stave,
silently waiting for the grave.
You were the greatest catalyst, and the strongest of poisons. Now your name is on my list, of betrayers and blasphemers.
Just releasing the searing pains of betrayal by the only person I ever considered my best friend.