My best friend has come back to me yet again.
It is a sadness I get addicted to.
A thing such as a hobby can never compare.
It speaks to me out loud like a crow.
Out in the void of nothing, its always there.
It always finds you.
Especially when your lost.
My best friend is back again.
I look up and down and all I see is red.
It fades away, such as the screams.
Good thing your always with me.
