The slender fingers that grab the knife were of the same hand that helped me. Those brown eyes of a murderer were the ones that lured me. There were nights I slept alone longing for your warmth, Just to be shiver in the ignorance you shed over me. Maybe there were truths I denied to see, facts I denied. Perhaps a thirst you could've quenched But you didn't. "Forever" you whispered, but now I know how it feels to lose a friend.