So many friends surround me when I ask
But, few complete their promises
Like their barren wasteland of a soul
They keep their word in similar crudeness
So into solitude I am forced
Waiting for a true friend to emerge
Out of this inky black pit
In which the world is submerged
Most revealed are covered in muck
The kind caused by our idiotic hatreds
But, a true friend will shine above
And never be decayed by such acids
And thus I wait
Forever hoping for that friend
When suddenly I realize
No one is so alone in the end
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 4:03 PM UTC
So many friends surround me when I ask
But, few complete their promises
Like their barren wasteland of a soul
They keep their word in similar crudeness
So into solitude I am forced
Waiting for a true friend to emerge
Out of this inky black pit
In which the world is submerged
Most revealed are covered in muck
The kind caused by our idiotic hatreds
But, a true friend will shine above
And never be decayed by such acids
And thus I wait
Forever hoping for that friend
When suddenly I realize
No one is so alone in the end
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