Heretic

Start out as friends
Undefined by time or fiction
Left to burn as friction
Came and labeled my freedom
Naught more than a heretic
In the purple midnight
Spread thoroughly through veins
I sliced open more than count
For friends anything but
When walking started left
Without a hand to hold
Undefined by time or fiction
This heretic’s blissful last stand
A ledge alone as what lurks
Below deceiving midnight purple