Mino's Poem - 'Friends' - pg 1

"Dance With the Dead"

I arrived at the masquerade in a gown of silk and blood,
donned in a mask of grace to hide my intentions.
For when I leave someone will surely notice
the head of the old master hanging from the chandelier
and will proclaim, "The mistress of death has undone us."
And right they are,
for every night I dance with the dead.

"Icarus"

Soaring the azure skies with wings of twine,
you reached for the sun, your eyes blinded by its light.
It enveloped you in its warmth for a moment
and then you pummeled from heaven.
Your wings gone, your eyes wild.
You drowned in the depths of hell and wailed for help
but no one ventured forth,
for who wants to enter hell?
Your story preserved, your body lost,
heaven and earth weep for you, Icarus.

'Friends' escribió:'Friends'

Call me what you will, friend, buddy, comrade,
I know you don't give three crapps.
For if you did, you would have noticed
the way I'm drowning in my own tears.
I'm gasping for help, yet you avert your gaze.
Why am I always the one running behind you, saving your rear?
And now I'm done with being your lifeboat.
I'm already too punctured to be used, so go find someone else.
I'll be there, in my usual corner.
With my canvas or book,
waiting for the day someone will come,
someone who I will call my 'friend.'