Gone, Friend

Red rimmed, glassy eyes
dilated, staring up at me.
Empty vessels 
where once lay my sanity.

What has become 
of that eternal softness you hid,
beneath the surface of your darkness
behind black lips and lids?

Drained out with razors... 
your emotional turpentine. 
You've found your relief from life.
Now, friend, where is mine?

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