Hunters And Guineas Poem by Ghost Legend

I clicked through them, wondering if there's one
Willing to say, "Hi, " or spend some time, at least staying a while.
5: 30 a.m., the sun approaches, but the night feels at its darkest now;
The rumble fumbles and tumbles: My pride a mistreated animal.
To realize it's all gone: The world made of us nothing, destroying what's left around.
I just saw your beauty, I just saw it truly, being paid to take and fall down;
That used to be you, that could've been us, if it weren't for what rules us all.
I'm so close to death; I feel the heft, yet the hatred wants to hug.
I wish I could say sorry for all I've done, and your Armageddon, alone,
But time has us trapped; I can't go back. Can't even imagine this solved,
For now I see what we are: Hunters and Guineas—nothing more.