Days of silence.
Measured be your conscience.
Such a portrayal of oneself.
I should have kept to myself.
Here I thought we had friendship.
A one of kind without the need to hold one tongue or censorship.
One say kill, the other say bury.
When there’s a need, the other will come with “Hermes hurry”
The exorcist that exorcise the other’s demons of worry.
To value our friendship more than oneself and have the humility to say “sorry”
I always thought it would have been me and you against the world.
Be friends for life, laughing till we were old.
November has never been this cold.
But I guess the witch have no more use for this troll.