The end has come while the rest wasent found.
Lurking truths have seeped into every sound.
The misery is loud.
Trying to wash the wounds from all my cuts.
It rises from the bottom of my guts.
Why was it not written to remain as love.
Looking for the answers beneath each cup.
Never knowing if it could have been.
This entire saga has been one bad dream.
Now I must keep walking into the abyss.
Will I ever find true bliss.
Missing each and every kiss.
The journey was bumpy to say the least.
The arguments generated an uneasy feast.
Creating constant agony as we never stayed happy.
A lonely path was written for me, this is still crappy.
I thought I was in control.
Her words were strong in packs as they whispered to capture.
Did she realise that her weapon created the demolition of chapter.