Trust was our opioid.
Jealousy was your downfall.
Even now, I have no sympathy
For your self-destruction.
We were all thieves,
Stealing color from others,
Hungry for power,
Thirsting for purpose.
We weren't any different from the rest
Though we may tell each other that we were righteous.
It doesn't sheath the wrongs;
It doesn't dull our double edged sword.
Our heads were hard;
We couldn't see past the present.
We were too whimsical,
Indulging in sanguineous acts.
The companionship eventually vanished
Like a nation torn apart.
You abandoned me,
But your traitorous deeds backfired.
Now you're a statue,
Beautiful but cold.
Your eyes, dead,
Your heart, stone.
