Tribute to Those Lost Who Can Yet Be Found

Your scars, love, are made or gold

But you're a fool 

So what does that make you?

Your affections you so recklessly sold

Your agressions you so liberally doled

Your beauty was your strength

Yet virtue you left in the merciless hands of fate

And now, what friends have you at all?

They rise now, the ones you made feel small

Gone are the revelers in whose company you've spent

Your morality lost in the pleasure of sin

Worthless are the trophies won in vanity

Broken now as you lose all sanity

You wish now you did not take for granted

The genuine company of those who wanted

Lonely is your path

Ardent is the wrath

Now, as lights fade, treasures turn to trinkets

You wish now you had loved in earnest

You wish you had kept your virtue truly

You wish you had not done so cruelly