He looked sadly at him,
and him sadly at he.
The man who lied
and the man who will not believe.
The man who left a note
and the man whom he left it for.
The man who fell
and the man whose world did the same.
One dead outside.
One dead inside.
The fake Fake,
the Faithful Mate who believes.
The Liar spews fiction in voice and in action.
The corpse that was never dead...
The world wallows in deceit
While the Only Friend sits tensely in hopeful wait.
The World swallows the lies with a teaspoon of Sugar
while the Only Friend swallows the truth with a teaspoon of Poison.
It burns him,
burns his beating heart.
He takes his cane in hand once again
and talks to the woman who does not understand.
The Villain has fallen,
But so has the Hero.
Is it so?
For the moment of weakness:
"Please don't be dead!"
did not fall unto corpselike ears.
The almost-humble Brilliance
and the man who is Reduced.
The man who met concrete
and the man who wishes he could follow suit.
The man who was a king in his Palace
and the man who is as lost as Alice.
Because he looked sadly at him,
and him sadly at he,
And one said, "Goodbye,"
and one said, "Don't die.
One feels regret
And one wishes to forget.
But both
are alone
in their
individual,
isolative
living
Hell.