what use are friends when your heart is dead,
what use is love if your soul is fading,
there's no more time and there's no blood,
only emptiness scouring to witness it's waning,
and I caught myself weeping as the sky grew dimmer,
felt the rot begin to and crack my twisting thoughts,
drank down the last drops of hope from my own veins,
until I learnt of the bruises I wish I hadn't caught,

I was told once that I was a true friend,
it's almost like fantasy lore as I look the distance back,
as all my friends have succumbed to steady death,
and I the one who chased it remain here unblessed,
so many echoes and so many dreams dared and dreamt,
so little time to be the source of anyone's happiness,
it's a crass existence when you lie to yourself,
a fading reflection in the mirror has lost all respect,