With a heavy heart do I stumble…
With wounds deeper than the treachery that caused them…
Oh and to what extant do these treacheries reach…
To what ends does the poison flow
With icy cold fingers that holds the blade that strikes…
With callous...such callous is the impertinence of thy
For who is to blame? Nor you…nor I…
But trust…
Oh and such a word...for only man would have to create such a word to than create another to destroy...
Who’s like an infant...its only guilt... innocence
And yet as life fades... as does the burden I carry
Take this crown for it holds no value... and wear it well…
For tomorrow brings a new day…
And may you see this I hope… the sun rise and set
For I no longer have that luxury…