My Old Best Friend

Scared,
Crippled,
Laying on the floor.
You walked over to me
Evil in your eyes,
You pressed your hand to my cheek,
Your warm familiar touch,
Banished.
You're different now,
You're not the same.
I try to scream your name,
As if to awaken you,
The real you.
But I hear no sound.
I can't speak.
I try to wake up
From this dream,
This nightmare
Then it occurs to me.
This is reality.
I close my eyes.
I know this is the end.
I'm being killed,
By my old best friend.