Hurrah to our fellow, pop the bottles
A rejoicing in the air, happy couples
Only person left is the devil
Later came, wreck havoc.
Classmates, friends, colleagues, scholars
A love so thick and mutual
Then came in this young judas
And scattered these two lovers.
Envy in it worst, betrayal at its best
Drake, we've countless times warned of this friend
A trust gotten from childhood days
To him, an angel, to us, evil ways.
Dinners set, eating with guest
A toast to our champion belt
Like a flash it went
A sharp broken glass bottles through his neck.
If you see me, you'll know
Sad men of all, heads always in shame
No hope, dropped a suicide note
A rope will do, till a man saw from the window frame.
Inside it was it, the last mission
A toast, a drink, he gulp
Envied for his legendary work
The glass bottle, the poison cup.
Soap opera days, many family theme
Creepy, silent coming in were these
A violence, fighting, sex, illicit scene
With time, our children copy the evil things.
A glass bottle, that was all in her hands
Necromancy, voodoo, there present act
Seeing through to see my stars
All I see, confusion in her eyes.
An entry into @Mariannewest everyday #freewrite