Your stood by me more times than I can imagine.

You gave me the urge to live only not to disappoint 

you

My friend stood as my blank point,

No blank slate could erase you from me.


I envy you by your bold choices of life, 

And lament not to have given you the truth

As happy I see you came into being what one deserves.


Maybe I could have loved you,

Getting into you, 

O master manipulator,

Apart the fact of wanting the best, 

Damn you,

Your flowers rotten in a place of nowhere.

A spot where, there, nobody is, 

Only my admiration for your skills. 


I have received many notifications.

Seldom any kind of saudation,

As in the yearly "State of the Nation"

and yet it's your brightly,

Gentle presence ~fucking head~ 

A monster over this bed,

A good soul buried under,

All remains simply asunder.