Why?

The lash of an icy tongue hungrily devours what’s left of my humanity,
Feeding on my friendship, ripping the rotten carcass into bloody pieces;
The remnants discarded like the long forgotten beats of a broken heart.

Scarlet lies claw at my mind with shards of broken promises,
My innocence flows through blackened veins, flooding the floor in a river of despair;
Crushed, defeated succumbing to the pain with one, final, whispery breath of, “Why?”