I had a dream about you.
And you spoke to me.
About your life,
And what you think of me.
How I'm going to be so great,
And that I'll never stop.
But why don't I believe a word?
Because you went off and killed yourself.
And I miss you dearly.
But I remember an oath we took.
It was the summer we turned 16,
We stood by a fire,
Hand in hand.
Our friends were there,
With their lovers.
And I held your hand.
You kissed me sweetly.
I pulled out my switchblade,
And cut my palm,
You did the same,
So did our friends,
And so did their lovers.
And there we stood,
A number of boys,
Who couldn't wait to be men,
Blood dripping to the ground,
Being sucked up by the Earth.
I reach out for you,
And we placed our palms together.
The rest of our group did the same and
We stood hand in hand,
Our blood mingling together.
We said our chant,
The words we lived by.
The saying I cam up with.
So we'd stand side-by-side.
'For we share a link, no one can break.'
And that link hasn't been broken,
Not even in Death.
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