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 itβs 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 couldnβt contain the misery of it all only thing known had to be done you continued to whisper lies but this time, with a gun