I had old friends but now as we get older br They only come around as of late br begging me to commiserate br lending them my ears but I'm left deaf br Lining up for hand outs with hands out br no thanks but their serrated lives flaying br the center pieces of my hands br The lazy stitches ache br as my shoulders bear this burden of thieves br I'm left alone until they need a loan br Tapped out and thus tapping out br realizing there is no way this could work br if all I've got is them crawling out of the woodwork br backstabbing me with a heartbreaking point br until I don't feel br except feeling usedbr br Charles Darklybr br