Quisling My Friend
They told me onecould make no harm,
then whispered two.
This poisoned rat
tastes too foul to be
done right through.
What's this sudden
black hole doing to
the face in the lake?
Why are his eyes
so cold and empty
if they're not fake?
Poetry by SparrowN
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Written on 2005-12-05 at 20:31
Tags Betrayal  Cynisism 




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