My dignity is stripped
And my vocal chords are clipped
I can no longer talk
Or walk the walk
I need a real friend
That will be there until the end
Sometimes I feel that all this is not real
And one day I will feel
That all is real
But until
So go ahead and get in my grill
You might as well be writing your will
I am about to break
Because you are fake
This will be your last year
So you might as well fear
This will be your last year
The end is near
My dear
There is no need to fear
For my gift
Will be swift
Until the end
You will be my friend
Don't fear because this life has all been dreamed
And on that last day you will be redeemed
So how can you believe what you are told
When we grow old
Even though this is but a dream
We will still be a team
Until the end
I will always tend
I will always be here
So there is no need to fear
You fuel my addictions
You add to my afflictions
You fuel my hate
This will cause your fate
These wounds will never heal
You might as well be writing your will
I will kneel
Maybe then my wounds will heal
This is the end
Of my friend
I light another match
And drop it down the hatch
As you breathe your last breath
And get closer to your death
I will abide
By your side
I will be with you until the end
My friend
You fuel my addictions
You add to my afflictions
You fuel my hate
This will cause your fate
I walk onto the stage
With rage
On that fateful day
My sky will go grey
When this life is done
All I will do is run
Even though this life is but a dream
We will always be a team
This is the end
There is no need to pretend
Honey you can give up the fight
It's alright
One day we will be together
Forever
I kissed her on the lips
Then I signed the death slips
Even though this life is but a dream
We will always be a team
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)