Metaphorical

We are broken, 
Torn 
Been ripped to shreds 
By a pack of viscious wolves, 
Taking advantage of our exposed flesh. 
We are lost, 
Hopeless, 
Destroyed. 
Trodden down into the mud, 
Becoming mud ourselves. 
We are no longer strong 
Our strengths have become our weaknesses. 
The people we believed in 
Have let us down, 
And one by one they turn their backs 
On our rotting flesh. 
We are worthless 
No one wants to save this chronic creature 
That staggers around in desperation; 
Cutting itself open 
To expose more nakedness 
In a desperate attemt to find a cure.

Poison