I asked him
"why the long face?"
he told me
he needs saving
I didn't understand
what he meant
until I got that dreaded call;
1am he is in pain
I told him I'd be there soon
but I didn't make it
he lay there
******
lifeless
drowning
in his own blood
with a blade and a note
on the side
that read
"you were too late"
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
I asked him
"why the long face?"
he told me
he needs saving
I didn't understand
what he meant
until I got that dreaded call;
1am he is in pain
I told him I'd be there soon
but I didn't make it
he lay there
******
lifeless
drowning
in his own blood
with a blade and a note
on the side
that read
"you were too late"
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