Mosquito Man
~Dedicated to my best friend
Human Mosquito, who drinks
no blood and gets swiped
The one who lost his deal,
scattered in misery of love
Taken every step to happiness,
taken away who has possessed
Raked the crimson of his flesh,
to regenerate the freshness
Only to recover to repeat loss of faith,
misery of the injurious past
Why cant my friend be happy?
Why cant his shadow vanish?
Why did the mistakes repeat?
Over and over..
He died and is still wandering,
collapsing til his feet sink through
He tried and is still falling,
useful of whom he knows is gone
She placed the deal for entertainment,
and burning his accomplishment
He is the human mosquito who doesnt drink the blood
He is the lost one petrified by love who has the key to unlock a heart
He is the one who suffered the most,
and is locked away by his own shadow
She is the evil and good who rezurrect
his torment and everlasting sorrow
Now im scared for him,
he is lost and eliminated
Giving mixed messages,
she sowed the tormented
I am sorry my best friend..
your pain wont repeat again..
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