One day, I'll.let you down I'll cast a spell so profound And you will decay in my gaze of time With a futile hope to lay the dime
Was it so good to be my muse Did it consolidate your desire for a bruise I acquired you with a lust within And you so easily gave in for my thin
I preached and prayed to hold you tight You became a slave to soak my light My affinity for you was barely masked You never denied for all I asked
And now I lay here, tore in shadows I had let me thought what comes never goes You held it right, when your will was tested But you let it pass, when your affliction rested
For how long did I tame you rough I didn't let you see any exemplary or enough The war was lost, my grant repealed When I saw the ghost of the lips that were sealed.
Sometimes I feel my poems are direct outliers of what has been put upon. This one describes what should've been felt by someone who had so subtly, so elegantly, ripped pieces of us apart.