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....