Senility.

The king of all you survey.
You are nothing to me.
With all that you desire
You suffercate with greed.
With a smile soaked in blood
You did naught when you should.
Your eyes now averted
When you understood.
In the clutches of death
When nothing was left
You still took the low road
And now you're bereft
Of a heart that knows kindness,
Your eyes cloaked in blindness.
A moment to ponder
As you sink into madness.