my friends are dying all around me
and their blood is on my hands
silence means condemnation
and so I stand here condemned
 I stood there blending in
and watched them waste away
falling to the ground
dust becoming dust again
 with false motives and pretenses
I've tug this ditch of mine
carving a tombstone worthy of my name
murderer of friends
 I hear them screaming and crying
withering in their flames
with teary eyes they see me
but I can not see them
 juggling desires of acceptance and truth
I juggled their eternities in my hands
not strong enough to hold both
I collapsed and with me they fell
 faces haunting my mind
in the fire I prepared for them
my friends are dying all around me
and I stand here condemned