the murderer
bent on the possession of a heart
your wish for acceptance is futile
for i can not forgive the static you have formed over me
you martyr, victim
in my brightest day i was your darkest hour
you smothered the heat burning at my lips
with your ill tempered vacancy
your every act filled with falsities
yet mine were twisted to be changed
light clouds morphed into dark shadows
my sorrow was yours