Lonely Friend

Lonely Friend

You Bring Me fear my lonely friend
Bending my bones to a bleeding vent
always keeping in the darkness like a soft rotting sent

You do make me smile...
Your sick and twisted mind
Like a snake coiling around wisdom
Spreading around the world you call your Kingdom

If I may ask... my fearful one?
Where did you study this thing you call an Art?
For your maser must have been one twisted hound
For Death it self will fear his cold unforgiving heart

Some night's I wish you can be on hand
So I can send you to my enemies
And you will mark them with your killing sounds

My Dear old friend... Where do we Stand?
Will you also turn one day on me, and burn my hand?
Will you be so kind...And tell me my fate?
The day the light departs to the darkness there you hide...