a cold blade

Walking on the dark, black alley,
The chill of the cold breeze makes the goosebumps,
Rise forever so steadily.
The bricks on the walls of the old apartment,
Isolated, but yet full of mosses.
The slippery feel ticks the senses in the back of my mind,
While the wet, drainy smell hits hard in my nostrils.

I wonder,
Are you still inside?

I take the steps up the once so familiar stairs,
And find your room.
619, yes I always know that. 
However, what lays inside isn't about what I've been expecting.

The door isn't locked.
I allow my retina to suit the darkness,
Only I see,
The pictures that once kept our memories,
No matter the ups or downs,
Are long gone,
Leaving the dust on the walls.

While there is a cold blade,
On the floor.

I wonder if it was all my fault.
To treat a so-called brother like that.
Oh wrong sequence,
Should be,
To be treated by a so-called brother like that.
Yeah maybe I really had neglected you for a period,
But I always thought that friendship can't be measured AND shouldn't be affected by time or distance?
I had always tried to make friendly conversation with you,
But what were the responses that I always got after that?
Just a conclusion,
You Never Gave A Damn.

"It isn't your fault at all. 
I always thought that I always have someone to talk to but I was wrong. 
Actually, I have never had anyone to talk to. 
It was just my imagination. 
I'm happy being this way. 
I do have a best friend now and it is a girl. 
She is always there for me to talk to. 
I have started to realize who are true and who are not."

My heart is being sliced by the cold blade on the ground,
And I can only say that,,
You're the most untrue & unfaithful friend that I've ever met in my life!
I cared for you in every way I could and you just took it for granted,
As if I'm some kind of disposable sticker,
And now you're telling me that I'm an untrue friend??!

I slam the door with the ash of wild fire that is still burning in my heart.
While the cold blade is still there,
Securing the Pandora's box that contains a mix of misunderstandings.

I wonder who you are and what you're made of.
But one thing for sure.
There's no turning back for us.