If wrong had a place
In the mind of the chosen
Would it destroy fate
Or disturb the future untold of?
To say we would ever know.
A lie with too dangerous upkeep
A poison too dreadful to imagine
A possible victim, too.
I could not handle
The truth or what's left
Even blinded by black.
Memory, feeling, with practical sight
Gone forever.
Which is still worse
Than losing you.