Pitiful Fate

Can you see the darkness, writhing back and forth
as you swear up and down that you aren't at fault?
Can you see it around you as your lies stain the
withering light that lays even now at your feet?
Motionless time, unable to help as you fade away.
How I wish I could have done something, anything,
yet I was paralyzed, too in awe of your filth,
unable to tear my eyes away from you, a monster.
A monster that I myself created with these hands.
Can you be saved from this? Can I be forgiven?
Who are these questions I voice addressed to?
All I can do is shed one tear to fate,
for it must have been pitiful as it tried in vain
To control a destiny which was forsaken.