From Theatre to Grindhouse

Our friendship has now faded like a sun bleached movie poster

One corner of no importance is vibrant and ablaze with colour

But the rest, the majority of what once caught the eye

Has grown dull and lifeless, no longer able to attract an audience.

Once you were the star of my show, the feature attraction

And I was entertaining enough for your Saturday matinee

But something has changed and gone horribly wrong

And you can’t blame the sun for this is a result of darkness.

A darkness that seems to have arisen inside your mind

Though perhaps it was always there, fed by jealousy and anger

It has now become an overwhelming presence, even to you

For it seems to disobey common logic and rational thought.

Time and events are now warped, structured to fit

The vindictive narrative that you hunger to be true

And I, bound by honour and position can’t voice reply

To accusations or even discuss the situation with others.

Those “others” who you in an emotion I can’t begin to grasp

Believe I talk to of your past and present with exaggerations

If not outright falsehoods which I have neither time or desire

To construct and distribute as you do so freely to them.

Yes, once we had a friendship so worthy of advertising

That even a single impression, like that of a movie poster

Would cause people to envy and feel desire to partake in

And gladly pay the price of admission just for our presence.

?I wonder if I will ever know what happened in this final reel

Where you decided to rewrite my script without telling me

For on my part I will mourn the loss of such a classic picture

While you go on to try and sell to the public a “B-Movie”.