Sinking friendships

Stuck in the mud,dirt, and filth.

Sinking to the bottom, I start to lose my sight of life and tingle with death as it dances in my vision.

The battle is still going on around me.... The battle I caused.

Why, how, what are questions always asked by man...

But I can't give you the why I said it. Nor tell you how I felt when I shot you down and watch our heart stop beating.

But the biggest question is what makes me have any reason to do this to you....

My friend.....

My blood....

My soul.....

We forget the battle and remember the war; the blood spilled, tears shed, and the truths an the table for all to see and hear...

One with a mind of its own and words that spill from these lips of which hate had corrupted.

To only be wash down with the reality of what friendships are all about.

Trust...

Respect...

Love...

And most important the bond between two from the first hand shake, should of tears, to being one of the pack.

To break this bond is like breaking the skull of ones mind.

To say sorry will be ever enough, to beg and cry will never bring back what is dead

After the first stone is throne....

So hear me out as I sink to the bottom and close my eyes to the darkness.

I can only hope you can see through the numb shell to the

Heart and soul you know best

And forgive but never forget.

Me and Sinking Friendships.