Sweet, soft lips utter words I loathe.
Why do I always listen to their song?
Hearing more than I should believe.
Another heart is forced to grieve.
Lives are constantly wasted,
On thrills that shall never last.
Am I among the dead,
Or just a follower of Love's path?
Though listening closely;
A lie and a prayer slips through.
My tear-mist'd eyes can only stare at you;
Ever searching for the truth.
If love is blind, then why is it all I see,
Is pain; is fault; is sweet melancholy...
You seek your vengeance,
Upon hearts that don't realize,
That all your melodies, attuned to guilt,
Are nothing but violent and damning lies.
You think that you can delve into me.
You think I will succumb to this again.
Heeding to your call, trusting through it all.
But with your hands tightly 'round my neck,
How can you catch me when I fall?
Time is just a blur now,
There is no seperation between the days.
Time holds no meaning, when you're all alone...
Just more deaths to die in different ways.
All the while, I hear your melody,
But alas; something is new.
Why do I hear an accompianying harmony,
When I should only hear you?
You don't see the devastation,
That you leave in your wake;
All the broken souls, all the crushed hopes,
And all of the lonely hearts that you break.
Though I grow more fainthearted to love,
I only learn to love with more patience.
In turn, I pray you see the sincerity in my heart,
And not break your own heart, at my expense.
 
Copyright © stini944, All Rights Reserved