carefully deceived, a colorless lament.
blame? the empty compliments and the skill to circumvent.
living in the stained glass cell masked the slow decay.
i was focused on facade, and not the walls you'd torn away.
when'd you decide to leave?
when'd you decide to flee?

bruise had me believing every word you said.
spilling like a rushing waterfall to your murky river's bed.
when a changing current's flow left nothing to extract,
but you still begged for flood, how'd you expect me to react?
and when you lied to me,
you said it was for my own good.
then, you'd lie to me.
now you lie alone.