I write to you,
my little friend,
to tell me what to do.

Asking questions
that go so deep
I cannot reach them without you.

Finding answers
in the cave
with darkness seeping through.

You smile as you answer
the payment
of my soul is due.

Demon friend in my soul
living off my fear,
molding me to statue.

For as I listen
you tell me lies
that come out of my view.

My little friend,
how do you dare
to tell the tried and true.

The pain of truth
and hidden lies
leave me a residue.