Self-reflection has revealed
An ejection of delusions and false hope.
A more quiet way to cope
Than screaming what I really think of you.
You are the weaker link of a chain now broken
Not even a sentimental token am I left with
A revelation freed from a dark hole
Like a mole, poking its head out for air
Far away in some hand-me-down chair

If you only knew what you lost
But that's just my perception
No better than the rest, no exception
You are no better friend than I am to you
Never have been
I'd like to cram, all your lies back in your mouth
One by one, 'til you choke
Our "friendship" was just a horrible, cruel joke.

Thanks, once again, poser friend
Your memory will never make me laugh again
I must have run out of what you wanted
Or you would still be around.
All I can say, and I hope you take with you
As penance for all your faults
Locked down tight in mental vaults
I could delicately unravel
But I would rather see you crack and explode
Blow the doors off, and the landing won't be soft, no loft
Smack against a wall
I could watch you fall over and over again
I saw the end from afar
And now I'm glad to see who you really are.

You piece of nothing, trash on the street
Rancid and sour
And in your final hours, you can explore
The dark abysses you created
And I'm elated to see you doing so poorly
I used to be concerned surely
When you were someone else...


John E. Medl