Heart of Stone

a life lived a glass half full oh, how I've fallen oh, how despicable once a butterlfy now a hermit I'm left wondering, "was it worth it?" the question with no answer from anyone but myself how does one measure the wealth of one's self? is it the connections we've made? the innocence we've lost? the things which we own? what does a good life cost? will we know when we're gone if we made the right choices? or will we still suffer under rule of our own voices? will god judge us? or anubis weigh our hearts? will we be cast to hell? a heart of stone, a last remorse