The Death Of Me

with a quick and asperity decision
crystal and john
you make me bleed
my blood clouds your judgment
to some degree

my insecure mind begins to wonder
i doubt an eulogy will be said
i force my soul to leave
then pray to god to guard it
as i let my last breath happen

i now know
justice will not be served
for the killing of an innocent
law has nothing to do with it
as midnight comes my last time

may they all know my last night
my last sight opaque
from the beating received
pressure from the knife
and all i see is darkened red blood

flowing from anonymous cuts
my skin doesn't even scar
before you slice another cut open
i think it was yesterday
when i went with you

on a whim to be a friend
all the time i wonder
is this how you treat
everyone who tries to befriend you
all because i'm not quintessential

you think i don't matter
tomorrow i die anyway
i was never in the zone of your friendship
a xenophobe is now all you'll ever be
while you cut into me

i still manage to vex you
in the papers days later
it will read the killer
along with the victim
will forever be unknown