My heart aches a thousand times more
Each time my mind wanders.
It is the voices that rage me.
I hold my chair tight till it tattoos marks on my palm.
Because of you, because of your *****
Your ******* ******** worshipping the ************* blue ******
You have made me so jaded.
The naivete that I carried on my sleeve,
The sweet innocence looking forward to wonderful,
The trust I invested in total strangers,
The belief that there was good in every mankind,
All lies. I am now blinded by brutality and deceit.
I lost trust and I lost God. Both never existed.
How manipulative, calculative you were.
Not to mention your sister-bitch, who later became your own concubine,
How she'd tricked me, lured me into believing every move.
I nodded, smiled and laughed along with the deceit.
All along a big *** knife was ****** into my back.
Who knew backstabbing was your favourite sport.
Shalini Nayar
© 2005
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
My heart aches a thousand times more
Each time my mind wanders.
It is the voices that rage me.
I hold my chair tight till it tattoos marks on my palm.
Because of you, because of your *****
Your ******* ******** worshipping the ************* blue ******
You have made me so jaded.
The naivete that I carried on my sleeve,
The sweet innocence looking forward to wonderful,
The trust I invested in total strangers,
The belief that there was good in every mankind,
All lies. I am now blinded by brutality and deceit.
I lost trust and I lost God. Both never existed.
How manipulative, calculative you were.
Not to mention your sister-bitch, who later became your own concubine,
How she'd tricked me, lured me into believing every move.
I nodded, smiled and laughed along with the deceit.
All along a big *** knife was ****** into my back.
Who knew backstabbing was your favourite sport.
Shalini Nayar
© 2005
