The Moon that Ate the Stars

Dear Friend.

It has been so long since I last wrote and, by effect, since you last wrote to me.

I wish for you to know, my degenerative friend, that on the final hours that I will think of you are drawing near. Though you wish to control my life I believe that it will be me who gains the control in the end.

You asked me once who I thought you were. You asked whether I thought you weak. In fact, you knew that, even though it be slight, I idolised your ability to not fear any situation. You were like the moon. You were always cold, calm and calculated. You always knew what others were thinking, how others were going to act and even how their lives were going to pan out. On every occasion and event you tried to predict about people I knew you were right. The worst thing is, you knew you would be.

You are the moon that ate the stars, my friend, and that is not how I want to be any more.

This will not be the last time I write, but it will be the last time I call you my friend

Live well,

I Remain,

The Psycho_Deadman