Thread: *untitled2*

There's always one
Held higher than
Another one in need.

The one held high
Stands on a lie
While the other one sits there and bleeds.

The liar shouts
And makes a scene
But the other just lays down his head.

The shouting continues
The attention being sought
But the attention is now on the dead.

All the lies of the liar
Overshadowed the dead
And everybody knows at what cost.

The price a real friend pays
Is what his best friend had lost.