Old Bond

In this darkness
Where the world is covered in lies and deceit,
We held on to each other
Like there’s no tomorrow.

The blood covered streets,
Where the difference between morality and not,
Is but a thin line of thread
That warps each and every one of us.

We screamed at the top of our lungs,
Yet our screams merely echoes around these thick walls.
No one knows who’s at the other side.
Or is there someone at the other side?

Doubt started to haunt us.
And that bond we use to call friendship
Became nothing more than a memory
As we stabbed on each other for survival.

The warm fluid that covers our hands,
Are what tells us of our life’s story.
The bodies that laid before us,
Are the living proof of our faded memory.