Sitting Here Staring At My Last Friend Poem by Tamsin Burnett

Sitting here staring at my last friend
We never talk, about the end
How can we talk?
Why should we talk?
The end is here between you and me.

For my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run.

Your last friend is in your veins
As you stare blanky into that space
I can see it working behind your eyes
once sweet shining beautiful eyes

For your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap

Together we'll leave this cruel world
The sails of death unfurled
Me and my last friend?
Or me and you?
Eaither way, two of us sail.

For my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run

and your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap

The sails billow out and the ravens scream
as we sail onwards on that ship
You on your own with the unscrewed lid
Me on my own with a smoking gun
One swallow, one bullet and two lives are gone
Me and my last friend
you and your last friend...

for my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run.

and your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap