They sit in their respective chairs
And as the conversations dares
To go into a place where one feels alone
His counterparty strikes a chord shabby sewn
Easily unraveled but covered by dirt and gravel
As his feelings tell him this is eve’s apple
So at this thought, he does naught but glare
Until it becomes too much, to where
Marc screams “leave me be, Anthony”
“I’m not like you, you’re driving me crazy”
Anthony calmly replies “take it easy”
“I’m not here to judge, I’m trustworthy”
“Confine in me your secrets or fears”
“I will be there with you through screams and tears”
It took time and effort to create it
An atmosphere where trust is gold plated
But only between the two now sitting
Their silence shattering yet nerve hitting
Everyone knew except for Marc
Those days reading a book, sitting in the park
Going to play’s, singing along with musicals
None of them wrong, yet all state variables
Which are counted along, with those who are gay
That last word is the cause of this disarray
Marc is unaware of his tendencies
And doesn’t seem to acknowledge his inabilities
Hasn’t has sex with a girl in ages
Has filled countless diary pages
Has mood swings which he himself can’t explain
Does things to inflict himself mental pain
A tormented soul, not able to see the cause
So Anthony telling him the truth is a pause
A stop, or a break in his fantasy of heterosexuality
And even though he knows it, unwilling to accept reality
So his frustration becomes irritation
Which leads to a shocking revelation
As is rage takes on its fever pitch
He screams with all his might “YOU BITCH”
…
He wakes up, due to his pillow being too wet
“What the FUCK” he whispers as he’s covered in sweat
A dream unlike any other he’s had
His blood still boils, yes he is still mad
Anthony died two weeks ago from AIDS
He received it at a gay techno rave
And now Marc is supposed to follow the same road
His mind is opposed to this guilt filled load
Of becoming gay to honor his friend
To be true to himself is just not meant
And so a new killer is born and rape his method
It’s so dangerous to keep your true self in the closet