Statue

As I sat and stared at him, I realized IT was no longer.
IT's now just a brain dead, soulless, statue of what a best friend used to be.

Winters coming, I can feel it in my bones
No more thrill, just chills.

What's it like being human?

I'm a lonely fiend lookin for his queen. One day this won't be a dream.

I'd like my crayons back, like all of those childhood years you took from me.