Friend

Friend

Im dark and cold like rotten flesh

Im raven on a slip wet stone

Who's waiting for a sign alone

To curse the sun and morning fresh

I'm worm inside your painful mind

I'm hands in blood and tearless eyes

I do exist, u can't deny

Although u've tried a hundred times

I'm drop of poison on the lips

I'm evil with a scent of dead

But think- for you i am the bliss-

Your closest and beloved FRIEND.