I thought you were golden,
your insides illuminated by
everything that you dreamed of,
yet you were tearing at the seams,
full of memories
of flashing lights
and dark nights,
jade and calloused hands of greed
reaching to steal your unsullied demise,
and before anyone could notice,
you were gone.

I used to think you were a star.
You used to bleed colors of all sorts.
Promise teemed from your every pore,
but you became permeable,
soaking in the venom from every source.
I saw the spectrum evade from the sky
with tiny droplets of your past
stowed away in the depths of the oceans,
in search of sympathy.

You let the poison
run through your veins
and alienate your mind
from everything you used to be.
Your actions affected me more
than they tore you apart,
obliterating every crevice of your mind,
taking away your humanity,
your family,
your thoughts
and soon there was nothing left to mend
as the last particle of your demise
turned to dust.