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Brady Johnson Feb 2012
Friends are just enemies who don’t have the ***** to **** you

The indoor rain freezes like magic,
this hell is tragic.
Your lies consume me,
With every breath I burn.
Time slows to the beat of my pulse.
My heartbeat echoes in my head.
The floor is dry, hands are drenched.
How do I cope with this vicious betrayal?

My world imploding upon itself,
the acid burns my skin.
Blood on the floor.
This on his head.
It all ends now, at my all time low.
Paralyzing, rendered helpless.
I get the last laugh.
The agony is over...
He payed for his vicious betrayal.
Brady Johnson Feb 2012
It
it’s cold
it’s bitter
it’s emotionally detached
it’s jagged
it’s stained
it’s cut into... deep.

it knows just how to turn into you
it wont hesitate to unlock your past
it can show you your future, no matter how bleak.

it can’t forget the past is real
it has no secrets, deception for these would tear this down
it never forgets, these choices were made by me
Brady Johnson Feb 2012
You are happy.
A smile runs wild across your face.
Eyes bright as can be.
Glowing with the joy of your life.
Not a care in the world.
You are free.
Free to do whatever you wish.
Your imagination is the only thing confining you.
You don’t feel confined do you?
No, for this split second you are happy.
You can take the world head on.
Nobody tells you what to do.
You don’t care about anything besides making the most of every single day.
Looking back makes you think what happened to that child?
Why isn’t he this happy all the time?
The still frame in your mind.
Brady Johnson Feb 2012
***, he’s an ***.
Not much to say, just ***.
He calls me *** too, and worse.
I hate that man, he can burn in hell.
**** him, I don’t need his ****.
He’s an ***, an *** to all he knows.
Mom, dad, wife, son, he’s a *****.
He doesn’t care, why should he?
It’s all he knows, he’s good at it too.
Why stop? He loves himself for doing it.
Strokes his ego when he does it.
He’s never more proud then after a beat down.
“I’m sorry” he says, it’s too late, the damage is done.
She runs and hides, I don’t blame her.
I’d do the same thing if I had the chance.
Why does she put up with it?
I’ll never know, I don’t really care.
I know him, it’s like a drug.
Addict, it’s what he needs to thrive.
Wish for death, then it’ll stop.
That’s the only way, it has to be.
Why else would he do it all?
I don’t want his ****** *** story on why.
I just want her safe, I’d die for her.
One day, that’s all it takes.
One day, one night, one end.
He’s an ***, end of story.
Brady Johnson Feb 2012
Lightning zig-zagged through my body
     as I looked upon your face.
I cry out for a vision hoping you’ll
     tell me what to do.
I float through life destined to walk
     the earth forever blind without you.
He takes the first coup and you gaze upon
     me with reluctance in your eyes.
With an alkaline face I stare back at
     nothing, why did you leave?
Stars wheeled in my head as I was
     pelted with icy rain.
A patch of sky missing as if it felt
     like I feel, you are the missing piece.
A raven sits perched high up in the trees his
     head unmoving, his stare piercing.
My long lost love still dwells inside me.
Brady Johnson Feb 2012
Moist Moist Moist Moist Moist
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