Tonight, a comedian dies.
He was blinded by frustration and confusion, fear.
Drank the poison of self indulgence.
He lashes it out at his ally, who took everything he gave.
Yet still covers his wounds and took away his blindfold.
But he wasnt blinded only by this wretched cloth.
As his soul still couldnt see, that his ally was in pain.
When its too late, the comedian had been stabbed from behind.
This pain wasnt coming from the wound.
It was a pain shared with him from this ally.
As in body and soul, the two entities were one.
Now as he bandages these cuts.
They seem to tear bigger.
The commedian lies down.
His heart still pumping from the adrenaline.
For he knows he's going to die.
And he takes a last laugh at the better days.
And blinks for a very long time.
For tonight, a commedian is dead.