The Close And Discontent
We don't need to hash out anything when your friendship death toll says it all.
It swims like a shark cutting through blood inked waters, safe from sight.
Clouded in blood and seeking a leg to sink its teeth into.
So sorry to tell you I'm leaving this sea never to return,
and all of this time I'm just trying to tell you this one thing.
Don't bring me into this.
Please don't bring me into this.
I wish you well.
