Shades of a Faded Red

Did time betray the one weilding the sickle or was it the drones in the sky? Were the hammers not forged to fight bullets Were my bullets not the same as the one that tore through me? You who were garbed in rich silk Did you trample on the hands that reached for the skies. You who quoted my verses in strife Did you not raise a finger and let the blooming petals die. You who caved in, did you not love me to let me go by?