My One True Friend

Playing guitar while reciting my poem My One True Friend. - My One True Friend - I'll lower my standards. I'll crawl beneath my feet. I peek inside their eyes and see their untold lies. A smile they cannot fake. No heart's at hand to break. I'm defined as a human heap. I might abrade the sleeping sheep. There's only a devout interest when you steadily get undressed. I will leave them all together, for there are more than I can count. And death became my one true friend. A splendid day to stay in bed. And death became my one true friend, now knowing it will never end.