Hoisted Upon your Own Petard

I've never once judged you for what you do not mean to me

I find your antics amusing

But when the games you play tear yourself apart limb from limb

It eats at my smile

How fast do you plan on decaying?

It brings me no joy.
No sorrow.

But my indifference can only last
as long as the heat of your flames
aren't melting the wax I use for my own candle.

And the fire of your immolation grows every moment

And listen,

I know such only had so long
But to see the future so plainly
And the foreshadowing bare its own position
upon your own life

It frightens me not because i’m not ready
But because I rather dislike how this all will end