I killed my best friend just the other day.
Lord knows it was hard, and maybe it was
over the top, but she’d started to hurt
virtually every aspect of my life.
Even still, she poisons my memory.
But now I’m afraid of what I must face.
Over the years she helped soothe my loud mind.
Only in her presence did I reach my
zenith, and now without her I feel the
emptiness I’ve been drowning all along.