To A Friend

Gone.
She was all gone.
No longer here.
Dead.
No.
He reached for her.
No.
He reached for her friend.
He wiped the blood from his face.
He admired him.
'How you've become my love's truest friend.
I envy you,
She talks so much of you.
She worships you.
How you always keep your promises.
How you make her feel.
Oh, I envy you.
You touch my love in such ways I cannot.
Oh, how cold you are.
How you light up the room.
No,
You left her breathless.
Will you do the same for me?'
He pressed him to his neck.
And said a prayer
Filled with empty words,
And reached for her with his free hand.
'Oh, how I love you.
May this be my gift to you my friend,
I give you my blood.
I give you my life.
I give you a chance to kill.
Take me as you did my love.'
Oh, how he drank,
Blood drenched his friend's face.
The sinner fell beside his angel,
Their eyes met,
Their friend lay between them,
A bloody, crimson blade.

An Angel

'This world is so far away,'
so spoke the broken-hearted angel.
She cried that night.
Where was her dark-hearted sinner?
Where was the security he promised?
She called his name,
but her only response
was her teardrops spilling onto the floor.

'This world is filled with pain,'
So spoke the broken-hearted angel.
She sighed that night.
Where was her love?
Where was the joy he promised?
She called his name,
but her only response
was her blood pouring onto the floor.

'This world is not mine,'
so spoke the broken-hearted angel.
She lied that night.
Where was her saviour?
Where was the redemption he promised?
She called his name,
but her only response
was her body crashing to the floor.

The broken-hearted angel spoke no more.
She died that night.
Where was her dark-hearted sinner?
Where was the life he promised her?
He called her name,
but he had no response.
Instead,
his eyes met his love's.
And he himself,
fell to the floor.