Jaundice

my fair weather friend spawned from twisted fate and plummeting skies and epileptic tongues that dance to the pulse of sharpening knives colonies of maggots are woven in your words feasting on the carcass of your lies under crimson waves things can never be the same no canvas untarnished no knife unsharpened no heart unbroken nothing is the same living in your leprosy-ridden friendship ând loathing these bleedings graced by rusting razors brings me to jaundice smiles and leprosy scars my bleeding heart can only clot but so much and it has reached its bloody quota for a lifetime so don't cry for me or the smiles or scars that i've kept forget our memories of this leprosy-ridden friendship