Broken trust,
is that how it starts,
when falling apart?
Now, we stand at the crossroads,
jealousy rumbles like the cold, black wind.
Who was the first to sin?
My pain, always your pleasure,
when things were rough,
I could never suffer enough.
The bitter tragedy,
your struggle with guilt.
My wall, you built.
ALesiach © 1/31/2017
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
Broken trust,
is that how it starts,
when falling apart?
Now, we stand at the crossroads,
jealousy rumbles like the cold, black wind.
Who was the first to sin?
My pain, always your pleasure,
when things were rough,
I could never suffer enough.
The bitter tragedy,
your struggle with guilt.
My wall, you built.
ALesiach © 1/31/2017
