Terminal

Anger brewing,
What a friend,
I knew in time,
It had to end.

Truth was lacking,
Anger grew,
Erasing all,
I thought I knew.

Bathed in tears,
I ceased to be,
The loyal one,
You used to see.

Fear to touch,
Don't want to know,
If you change,
Or if you grow.

A bitter apple,
On my tree,
That fall will come,
And take from me.

Rotting sadly,
On the ground,
Frigid death,
That makes no sound.