I.

Tried so hard to earn your love
To end my life with the broken gospel
That I considered the truth
As it spilt from your lips
Into my bowl, from which I lapped up your love
Like a man driven insane by emotions.
I tried to help you, to coddle, to steal your pain
Or at least borrow it for a while
So that I may return it tenfold
But that isn't now, my friend.
That's for another dreadfully sorrowful time
For your corpse lies on my table,
Stiff and cold,
Then I will return the favors you gave to me
Oh dear friend,
You just wait. And fucking see.