Poisonous words drip off a silver tongue, attention held rapt without
a fear of space for truth.
One should know the tenets of being a friend, you’ve set upon the
wrong path, second-hand lies you follow, first step not taken, both
sides aid a friendship shaken.
Feelings well up but a cap is placed upon the bottle till it explodes,
the vessel of friendship once afloat has been scuttled.
Follow the lies or seek the truth, what once has been broken cannot
be whole. You may say I aim to prophesy; you are the one spreading
deceitful lies. But now I have seen… I have opened my eyes.