Creative Corner #5

This is the second poem on here that's an entirely new creation. So I'd welcome some criticism. It's also quite new style-wise, in that it has a narrative of sorts (being based on true events as Hollywood might put it). Anyway, here goes:

A Knife for a Friend

It was a small war I won
For a twenty pound note,
And a small war to end
For so bloodied a prize.
A knife for a friend, Tom,
A knife for a friend.

I took a hammer to your car
For a twenty pound note.
I took a claw to the paint
For the price of some parts.
It was a small war to win
For so bloodied a prize,
And a small war to end
For my demon, my pride.
A knife for a friend, Tom,
A knife for a friend.

I punched on the glass
As you sat in the pub,
And waited like death,
With one foot on the road.
You were red-eyed and drunk.
You were red-eyed and hurt.
It was a small war to win
For so bloodied a prize,
And a small war to end
For a twenty pound note.
A knife for a friend, Tom.
A knife for a friend.

You pulled at my hood
As I lowered my fists,
And then we wrestled like kids
On the smashed window glass.
And you mustn’t have seen
As the dark blade flashed past,
For you laughed, Tom, you laughed.
How could you laugh?
It was a small war to win
For so bloodied a prize.
It was a small war to end
For the price of some parts.
A knife for a friend, Tom,
A knife for a friend.

You took a few steps
With the blade in your back,
Until the smile, and the breath,
And the blood has calmed down.
Then, with eyes looking up,
Tom, you knelt on the ground.
And for the price of some parts,
For my demon, my pride,
You laid down and shivered.
You laid down and died.

It was a small war I won
For a twenty pound note,
And a small war to end
For so bloodied a prize.
A knife for a friend, Tom,
A knife for a friend.