You and I, mistakenly different,
Stabbed my back, yet I’m the ignorant,
Of course, we’re bound by our promise,
As our blood stained the walls of abyss.
You were there, always here,
Watching closely, gripping me with fears,
With dreaded shackles seen for days,
By our blood, you lived for the chase.
With a deep breath, I aimlessly walked,
Then ran, hoping the shackles to unlock,
Twists and tricks, I turned to the sky,
By our blood, that promise was a lie.
I’ve seen the truth, written clearly,
You weren’t you, the one I’ve missed dearly,
A bloody mess unwrapped the scene,
As time quietly standstill in our teens.
A painted picture of betrayal and hurt,
Our blood stained our favorite shirts,
As the knife held by a familiar face,
As both of our existence slowly erased.