Companion, Actual or Disguise?

Let's roll, true buddy.

A companion, being a figure wondrously blessed,

Atoning for the misery, bequeath the person with bliss,

Sharing one’s existence with terms, subjugated with conditional entity,

As one sees it, a candle igniting to darkness we call LONELINESS.

A partner, consistent by manners of humanity,

Abiding by the rules of harmony, maintain the reality’s sync,

Whether it’s favorable ambition of delight, or simply donned mask of torture,

In which the circulation of rational sanity is adhered, nothing existed that can’t be resolved.

A friend, accompanying one another through thick and thin,

Where one’s behavior is transparent, they foresees it all,

Literally there’s no concealment, as there’s nothing as a eternity act of feign attitude,

Where gradually friends bonded, crossing through the boundaries within an ocean of obstacle.

In which white purity of kindness embedded in humanity, there’s always the black putrid layer of disgrace,

Colours one’s thought, certifying their judgment of acceptance or objection,

With the one more potent shook as RIGHT, while the failing couple being dejected as FALSE,

Shrouds a person’s vessel of subconscious, determines the righteous path of obligation.

An obligation to protect one’s will of friendship, or obeying the precise perception of inner thought,

Adhering to the desire to restrain the companion’s comfort, or just dejecting their so-called envisioning of accurate reality,

Being a tug of war in subconscious, another pulled with might while the contrary defends with sheer pleasure,

In which the losing end fails the cut, the victorious being the determining force of reckoning.

As friendship is a treasure of delight, we mustn’t give in to illusionary twilight of dissipating inner desire,

Where our soul would suffer the tearing of emotional interlock, whilst the other gained composures of infidelity,

When they’re God’s transcended being of companion to us, indifferent as we are to them,

Being fair and strive to perfect conjugation, in which a FRIENDSHIP is might,

p/s: I'm starting to feel over-sensitive these days, but it makes my mind sane enough to generate ideas for my poem...