Friends

 Friends. This bond was beaten black and blue, thrust back into a darkened room:

Lock away by two skeleton keys, robbed from the graves of our memories. 

Friends.

That "deadly" word from my lips carries weight and, I promise, no tricks.

Loyalty, Trust, Honesty, and company: Gifts I offer to every friend lovingly,

Yet, now you fear these promises.

Because you screwed up: they were forgotten and murdered by your demons. 

So how can we go about healing  When our wounds stop the forgiving?

Until that understanding is reached, Our guilt is chained to hell beasts!

And our friendship is pushed away, Locked in the room for another day.