Why oh why,
Must you tell me lies?
Word after word,
my trust in you dies.
With callousness I cope,
I've lost all hope.
You were so much fun,
We had a good run,
But this fling is finished,
So quickly diminished.
Boy what a shame,
You just had to play games..

I just want to go home,
those words repeat in my head.
I'm lost and all alone,
could this be hell? Am I dead?
I walk the empty space,
trying to find my way back.
It's so cold in this place,
there's no light, there's only black.
I've left myself no clues,
no trail of breadcrumbs to find,
no escape, it's no use,
trapped in tormented poet's mind...

If you could see inside my mind,

You’d see a thousand crumpled papers
And littered desperate dreadful proses
Stained with bruised abandoned phrases
Deprived of blue violets and red roses
With countless mournful lines and versus
Of truly tragic unfinished stories
That tell of dark woe-stricken curses
And depressed fears doubts and worries

If you could see inside my mind

You’d hear my loud bone-chilling screams
And overwhelming hopeless weeping
From long surrendered shattered dreams
Locked in tattered notebooks for safekeeping
Tossed on an empty dusty unmade bed
Of harsh irrational ranting words repeating
Ringing tortured lonely echoes in my head

If you could see inside my mind

You’d see the black haunting misty shadows
That feed greedily on sadness within me
You’d hear my desperate pleas and bellows
Crying out for someone to understand me
You'd see open bleeding festered wounds
And deep thick scars I've never shown

If you could see inside my mind...

You'd feel tears dancing from my eyes
You'd know my regrets and abundant mistakes
You'd know my foolish pride
Just one look is all it takes...
For you to see inside my mind.

You're an evil fiend, no more than a knave.
Your indifference has dug a deep cold grave,
Six feet beneath where you lay your thoughtless head.
You're an Enchantment Killer, all the world's magic is dead.
Your headboard is my headstone with dragon wings spread.
It bares large, bold carved-out letters painted in ******-red.
  It echos agonizing moans of past torturous sadness you fed,
  And engraved in the stone's cold face, this is what it says;
"Here  Lies  Jayme's  Beaten  And  Broken  Heart."  
  Forgotten­  And  Rotting,
Buried Under Your Bed.