There's still a grown lie in the wake of an  
      absence
Still like the huntstress who waits for the ****
Many forsaken, I'm run out of patience
Promises die, makes our memory surreal
Sly hesitations and eyes darting aimless
Tells of the weaknesses praised in your mind
Comfort through treachery seldom sells painless
And my thoughts mingle murderously next to
       unkind
Go if it please you, abandon, remain
Thrill hungry snake born to venomous rain
Travel your life in and out of sound reason
I'll always have you as a novel ingrain