They speak in riddles and old friends find new reason to resemble old enemies .
Basatrds often hide in others shadows and you were different it seems.

Bleed my thoughts and I will expose the root of your nonexistent soul.
The tongue a weapon in select company the disease spreads all the same.

Flawed vessels and moments wasted thinking over you.
The statue stands a reminder and a play toy to others .

Let delusion bury there ego as we shovel the fragments .
Nothing finds solace like a bitter rivals demise .

Oh how I miss the friendship that seemed more a hateful cause .

Did you find all to see the darkness you could not grasp?

The snakes slither and I simply stand remorse holds no burden within my thoughts.

And this has found yet a pleasant demise .