You lured a wordsmith with sharper words,
Promised me heaven and galaxy journeys,
Fed me on your words they satisfied me,
Breathed out of the sound of your voice

Then you became homicidal.
You took back your words, the s that made me feel alive,
You stripped me off those promises I  had made my dreams
Now I cant dream,
I lost my trust in words

You couldve pushed me off a cliff instead and it would hurt less.