Cross-bolts

We call it cross-bolts
When you turn against us.
We aim and fire
Spiteful spits of hatred and malice.
Turn a blind eye to cause and effect.
We receive bullets of cravings and madness,
Hoping to achieve greatness in hunger.
You are starved,
Deceived into believing
I hold the keys to your heart.
That is okay.
You should know,
The keys actually open your mind.