Masking

My Friend is Dead

Many suns and moons, Passed pain and fame.

Shivered Greatness down our backs, A cold chill after.

A Sadist saw his death fun, As a game of life he had been checkmated.

Death stared him in the face, and he smiled right back. Goodbye friend, he finished.

a tear stroked down my pale face, \"You had a great escape friend\" Welcome back to reality.

\"It Hurts\". With that he died. No man ever braver, Who ever cared less. Yet he was my friend.

Best Friend.