My Friend

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My stomach fills with butterflies

I watch you skip towards me

What shall the game be

Shall we dream of deaths

Shall we sit and chat

Do we run cars off cliffs

Eyes light with evil

You giggle maliciously

I begin laughing

That head holds such evil

You turn running

I stay standing

I feel a breath upon my skin

I turn around

There you are before me

Wings of white flutter

A gown of red sweeps the ground

You stand smiling

I fucking hate you

Why are you here

You say "Stop playing with Sin"

I give you the bird

You keep smiling

You continue speaking

"Sin isn't a friend "

"Sin isn't an example "

"Sin is hurt"

"You have hurt enough "

"Put down the weapon "

"Move into the light "

I walk from you

I will not yield

Keep healing for another

I like my sins

I hear wings flutter once more

Sin appears grinning

What shall we do

What shall we do

What shall we do

Dear Sin

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