When things get bad

When things get bad and milk turns sour,
friends get busy and some are lost.
Promises are broken, words vaporise,
pillars crumble and skeleton stabs back.

Ink dries up and tears too,
feet feel sore and your heart too,
each shoulders turn cold,
each breaths turn to snorts.

Scratches turn to grazes,
wounds are stretched open.
When spits turns acidic,
curses are veiled with gothic lace
laced with poison.

When night falls and moon vanishes,
stars are shot, planes are landed,
farewell are said, strangers no more.
"Good Night"s are exchanged, then
hope is reborn. We carry on.