RedA Poem by EliasRed People die Some don’t Philip was my best friend He was never mad at me And never jealous But his face would go all red and heated And he would hit me with words Right until it hurts He knew his vocation The drugs did to And the needle fucked his vein so hard Until he couldn’t but laugh and die Away
But there’s hope for poor Philip He’s there; on the screen I see him! Right there Where the cameras were That’s his vocation And he’s breathing with temptation And his emotion-persuasion The illusion is complete And get’s real pretty fast You almost missed it But didn’t And f*****g hell, that’ll last © 2014 Elias
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