The Square

The pounding of time eats at you, does it not?
Sanity winds down as the sun grows more hot.

How does this feel, my very best friend?
Can't you see that you've started a trend?

Dementia has consumed everything we once knew,
Chaos down the aisle because our hate for you.

All who have been betrayed are gathered in the Square,
Awaiting your death, for your pain they could not bear.