The Darkener's Console

You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

My Dead Friend —

I wrote this a number of years ago for a good friend when I was concerned he was going to commit suicide. It’s always been one of my favorites.


My Dead Friend
Why did you end it
You weren't an enumerate

My dead friend
You weren't what you think
I wish I'd taught you to blink

We both knew the future
But we were bluffing this game
You masqueraded his name

My dead friend
You'll see the pattern
You'll find what matters

 


Categorised as: lyrics, poetry



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