Man
how simple times were

How chaotic they seemed
before I knew

Friends and lovers are like sand
slipping from your hand

No matter
how like iron your grip is

They go

Leaving you
and a blank page

Don't even try
to write on it

You'll quickly find
your ink turns to rage

Blood flowing
from a bone pen

And you will look back

You will look on with disgust
and try to never trust

never again

NEVER AGAIN.