There is something in my soul that lies
attached to the tiny fragmented spies
watching, lurking, cautiously throwing
all the silly gimmicks belonging to mind
and soon the pride showed its skin
revealed itself and its dark, evil grin
almost instantaneous did my love
leave me like a summers bug
consuming, all the pretty parts
it’s a tale left for the sinners heart
nothing was felt, emptiness and gloom
everything was stripped, even the moon
light was gone, was never worth it
never a day where things were perfect
is that why, you kept those lies?
deluding after every failure and try?
silent neglect, moving picture on the wall
couldn’t contain the misery of it all
only thing known had to be done
you continued to whisper lies
but this time, with a gun