oh, best friend, someone whom one can depend on
how well you can artfully, wonderfully pretend!
how I should have known what my dream would portend!
I awoke, from a fitful sleep, full of agony and pain and went to see you
but your door was closed, your windows locked to me, you would not come out.
No matter how much I wept and cried and shouted all about.
The neighborhood whispered of your cruel deed
But in the end, I wasn't of much need.
You found newer, better suckers to latch onto like the flea you are
You'll go anywhere, wide or far, for them.
Find a reason to spar, and then you've gone afar.
Leave the door ajar, friend
So we can come to contend about our paths in life
So I know why you thought I caused you so much strife
Enough that you ran my heart through with a knife
my heart is still beating, I am still alive, my "friend"
my nemesis, my darker self, my alter ego
So I am afraid you will have to stab your next victim
A little harder next time before you commit your next crime.
Ghosting, blocking, call it what you like, here I say, it's toasting before a proper false friend is turned into a Christmas stocking.
You're only good for happy occasions, otherwise you didn't care.
Companions, feelings, ha, you laughed!
What need have I of those?
I have companions: artifice, connivery, chicanery, and most of all, deceit!
I have feelings: greed, slothfulness, ignorance, malice and praise be to all, arcane conceit!
This little button determines who I allow to exist before my golden throne
So bow before it you worthless peons! I have existed for eons without you!
You try to enter my castle. The door will not open for you.
There is no seat for you at my table, there is no food for you at your place.
"Let me in! I'm different!" You shout, pounding, wearing a different face.
You see, when you deceive and cheat and lie and engage in moral debauchery
It's hardly unfair that everyone should distrust you.
Your chicanery and lies have done you in.
You shall continue bathing in sin
I shall be in here, living and learning from my mistakes, and being human.
You haven't got a clue
How to be anything or anyone without leaving someone feeling blue or making them black and blue.
You, my friend are no friend, but an enemy.
Take care that we never cross paths again.
There's a portrait hanging up in my gallery based on you,
in small letters, it reads : "the fool."
Hint: that's you.