Once a friend
The time we use too spend, in a life we lived back then, trapped in the inception of an illusion that we were the same little children.
Who kicked the ball, ran together, partied with females, hunted for riches, walked through halls of flames.
Insane. Insane. Insane.
Was I too blame for chasing a dream? Or are you too blame to follow your own?
Confused, angered, and heartbroken to know I shall be that lone wolf.
Oh! How I prayed it not to happen, if god has followed our story.
A cell, box nor love.
Should have caused us to go are own ways. Knowing are egos were too strong to accept the other was wrong.
Falling for the trickery of the devil but you had mixed emotions, and I was hard headed.
You spoke... I heard...
Ignored your every word for I was in an illusion that never you would change. I would wish it be another but 'helas' you we're chosen to portray the victim of Moliere madman. And I was the one who left too think I was a monster.
Please forgive me for I have sinned. I let you become a world corrupt experiment.
Forgive me, dear friend, but never we shall be what were before.
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Mind twist
Short StorySex, Drugs, and Life; a series of short stories depicting tales of emotions, hallucinations, vice, virtue, belief and disbelief. I invite you to let your mind be twisted.
