A friend that bleeds is a friend indeed,
perhaps I've gotten that saying wrong,
but we'll both laugh anyway;
It amuses us, throughout the day.

For they say the dead don't drip red,
the only way out is to cut off their head,
well, that wouldn't be very nice,
now would it?

Smirks and grins, twisted laughter,
surrounds the energy of insanity.
some could call a comfort zone;
We call it home sweetest home.

Sparks of mischief in your eyes,
quite mimic my own;
Intelligent life, recognized,
we know we're not alone.

Laughter, contagious,
jokes, outrageous,
smiles, sweet as can be;
With a little bit of devious flavor,
it all goes along well,
these little things noticed;
By only you and me.