I Stab my Friends in the Front and Then Hug Them. (Part I)

I am the three crows of the rooster.
The ones that you know the best.

I am that wet kiss when you needed it least.
The one that liquefied the skin on your cheek.

I dug a hole ten feet deep and climbed inside when you needed me most.

I am the purse of gold that put a price on blood.
The purse that had the leaky hole.

I am the brother sleeping in the forest.
The one who could not keep his eyes open.

I found a room above the street and hid under the table.