his darkest friend

the class of him, he slithered up
smiling in her eyes
warm in all the right words
the truth exchanged for lies

cruelly though he puzzled her
lifelong infatuation
buried for her fantasy
a twisted situation

chaste for the wrong reasons
cold comfort it would seem
a story told in dark of night
a substitute for dream

creations warped by their desire
resigned to promised fate
casts offs of a wasted life
crushed by their own weight

accordingly he served her pride
brought to this classy end
so much he’d do and nothing less
for this his darkest friend

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  1. damommza

     /  March 10, 2012

    OOHH..this gave me the chills!! I give it a “10” on the creepy scale!! 😀 😀


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