Read Enemies Are Friendlier Than Strangers Part 1

Your picture in your Myspace is beautiful but who are you?
You bother me with your popularity contest while you stick
To a secret that was shaped like the ring on my finger

Our memory banks are like pharmacies and our wallets:
Thick and full of pills and bills, but there is no sickness left to cure
And nothing left to buy
As if your addiction of sucking cocks still rise but the cock is now dry
So you collect used condoms kept in your clothes’ drawers instead,
Hoping that you would wear it again
The next time you see men with semen dripping from your mouth
Like what casual pornstars would do for a living
Afterall, what makes you different from them?
I don’t personally know you

Friends do not recognize who their enemies are until they break up
When they find out enemies are just friends wearing make-up
Not the kind that makes your looks pretty,
But the kind that hides who you really are
Who would want to know who you really are anyways?
You already have become who you were pretending to be
That’s why slits in eyes and deadly apathy
No longer means a thing to me
Because I am a stranger, not your enemy

Most stories have antagonists, but your story’s antagonist
Has killed his character, quitted being an actor, and has become
The novelist’s writer’s block

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