F(r)iend*

Deathwish came to me in a lonesome hour.
She smiled at me when none did the same.
She wept away crystals while holding me close,
And told me lies I dare believe.

Deathwish peered into my eyes with conviction,
She gave me petals of iron to draw patterns in crimson.
Her hand upon mine, we began to use them.

Deathwish leaned over me for a kiss farewell.
She painted my charms with scriptures, and wished me life in hell.