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..