You leave the option in a space now  empty
from your actions.
Traggic play acted bad.
Smiles from the guilt forbidden was the illusion no other truley
ever had.

In those confines I speak without words tears
in silence  fill this void.
Am i your wepon a vice or but a pawn in
a soon forgotten game?

Inside the storm is kept.
Outside the lie is shown in mild hope
you'll never see.

I am but spoiled earth.
Nothing more to see.