Spent

My life is spent
I cherish it no more
The frivolous extent
I had, but it became a chore
I withered thinking
Withered watching you
Turn it into ash
And blow it in my face
I think I know too
How vengeful and greedy
Lustrous and beseeching
Loathing and craved you can be
For that I spent my life
So I can cherish you instead
So I can die for that…