By Seth Miles
As the dagger pierces my heart,
I bleed for love.
For love that t I can never return.
Friends who needed me,
And me not able to give them a hand.
As I lay here dying.,
Friends before and Friends long ago.
I had the perfect life.
Love and happiness were mine.
And then, in the blink of an eye,
The beat of a lonely heart.
They were gone.
I know he yearned for love.
Love that I could not give.,
For my lonely heart know only loneliness.
Not love or happiness but hate and despair.
He was my brother who,
At last I turned away.
There he died alone and sad.
Knowing that I was all he had....