Lost in the moments
Of a remorseful mind,
I recall the fiery words
I hurled at you.
My anger was unjustified
For it was I who had caused us this misery.
With replay of this thought,
My grief returns to the stark reality.

So this is my last rite, my friend-
An ode to you,
To extinguish the raging fire,
I never realised
Was consuming you
When I attempted to ignite the world by your existence.

You were a precious stone
Who captured my attention with its rarity,
I carved, chiselled and refined you
To my own whims and fancies,
With the intention to reveal to the world,
Your inner beauty.
But I never realised
That the piercing looks of the world
Would bleed you.

Encased in crystal glass,
The world gazed at your beauty
And you spread love with your presence.
I was contented with my discovery,
But I never realised
That the solitary confinement
Would suffocate you.

Showcased like a showstopper,
Paraded all the way to limelight,
I endowed you with fame and name.
I was enthralled by the adulation you received
But I never realised,
You would become a plastic commodity.

The realisation hits me hard
Only now, my friend, only now!
I am your undoing,
I threw you into the hands of these butchers,
I ruined you and myself too.

I am the pimp who sold you unconsciously.
The truth despoils my individuality,
For the wheels of fate
Not only crushed your chaste soul
But also a purer friendship.
And like a dog, you die in the desolate alley,
Your cries only heard by me,
Your agony echoing mine.

I wish I could heal the wounds,
The swollen scars,
The rapids in your eyes cascading,
The landscape of your persona
Blotted in black and white.

I try to mould back together
The pieces of your broken heart,
But my touch delves deep as a stab-
Bleeding you,
Suffocating you,
Commodifying you,
Again.

I weep at my own actions,
And at the distorted effects of it.
With this pen and paper,
I dedicate these words created by its unification
To you as my last rite-
An ode to our dying friendship,
To extinguish the raging fire I ignited
Unknowingly,
As I set my own funeral pyre
Knowingly.