My Friends
Which best friend betrays for fun...
Which best friend stays
Despite the pain and the distance and
The protests straight from the stars

Which one of you had too much to drink
She left a slur of bloody mist
Her wrath is directed elsewhere
But her claws... They won't stop hunting...

A circle of us having fun...
She loves to slash us to strips
While showing off her new shoes!
Bloody hell! you asked for war!

Won't be taken in this time
This time I love only myself
Time to cut the ties that bind
Time to set you free

I'm sorry my friend
It was written in the stars
One day we may meet
And this can start again
AN: Don't worry, sometimes I don't know what I am writing myself. She has inspired another poem again, years later... Sigh. I betrayed...