I'm at the brink of falling,
Into the abyss;
Mister, would I be
Missed?

It seems that the moon glows for me,
For it knows that only at night,
I can see.

Is it my friend,
Mister?
The moon up in the sky?
It's always been by my side.

Bright days, sun rays,
They hurt my eyes;
The people that move during such times,
Only ever want me to die.

I can call the moon my friend,
Right?
Will he back-stab me,
In the end?

I only see during dark hours,
Mister,
I don't have much power.

Is he my friend?
The glowing orb up high?
I sure hope that he'll always
Be by my side.

Hello, sir,
Do you have a minute?
I just wanted to transfer,
A poem with no required ticket.

I miss you so much,
I don't know how i have made it for such,
a long time without you.

I been wanting to text you,
But i knew it was no use,
This time may be no different,
Maybe i am just looking for an excuse,
To text my significant,
Other.

I just wanted to say,
That I hope you stay,
Even if you are far away,
I cant give you a bhang,
but I can say I love you Woodsfang!

Your name,

Pain. Demanding, sadistic

strength.

Mine? *******.

Skin, impermeable. Scarred

issues, inevitable.

Please, sir? Yes,

sir.

I would show them their seats
Each had there own, painted faces
I would greet,
Sir,
Madam,
Sit
Upon the table surrounded by friends
But too quiet as they sit still
"No movement"
Temper flares
"You are dead to me"
As I throw them out,
"I relinquish these friendships"
Bodies now burn on a cremation of death,
"I am better without you all"
New friends to meet, to keep,
As  I speak to many in the following weeks
"Would you like to be my friend"
"Why not ye"
"You seem like a  nice bloke"
sealed is there fate with but one word
YES
They wake up my friends of solitude
In rooms kept safe
For each will sit at my table,
I am there only friend needed
"Till we must part"
They should know the rules
As another bonfire of the forgotten will
Light up the night, departed friends
"Missed so much"
Sit,
Smile,
Friends
In chains, some cry with joy
One screams obscenities,
"Pardon"
"What"
Silence
Follows, as all around now smile
He will sit again painted face in silence,
They compliment my food,
I don't like the look one gives,
"a silent one"
"Now never breathes again"
The quiet ones consume
Till the last,
Bleeding upon the floor
Tears stream
She says quietly,
"Burn in hell"
Then face plants the food, I worked
My fingers to the bone,
"No respect"
I don't waste time
Silence is a killer among friends
So the bonfire burns
Bodies now burn on a cremation of death,
So many friends lost to silence,
"Will this struggle ever end"
"NO"
Third time lucky,
I will never be alone like before,
I will **** to have the perfect friends
**"HI WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE MY FRIEND Y!!!!!"