Thursday, March 31, 2011

Decieved

How was I so stupid
To think you really cared
I wish that I had really seen
All that time I sat and stared
Seen the witch inside you
Seen the rope that  you were weaving
You wrapped is slow around my neck
All the while I’m believing
That you love me
Then the day of dawning came
I saw I was deceived
To lateThe noose was tied
Your final act
To try and make me bleed
In my drug like stupor
I allow you to succeed
I bear the scars upon my arm
As you push me off
That fragile ledge
Your rope cuts off my scream

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