her provisions are entwined with fallacy
a crucial failure to her last words
a false division sits on my dependency
four words, in question, seal our fate
our days connect, encircled commonly
in a violent sequence

conspire to our demise
i'm fearing deceit
before you mutter your sweet nothings
the force behind your games at play

voice your indistinction
of what's just in your eyes
you've been suspect from hello
decide
what's merely cornered by $lust$
in the recesses of your mind
forge my signature
to pass as though you're someone

your fake emotion
will curiously encompass all your loves
under halos cover
you can strike
unbeknownst to unsuspecting fools
very few know you as i
could we safely assume it wouldn't take much
to catch you astray?

condemn your antipathy still a possibility
that you can shine your love for us
in this cold, deserted world
hoarding all your passion/possessions
for the truthful never paid you well
pain and suffering
all we'll know
and truth be told
we feigned love, too

seal your destiny with just one lie
and shower in the fire
cry, don't cry
still enchanted by your lies
but no more can i say i would die
for your cause in the battle field

when the tears we've shed
devour every sense of self we've built
in the final closing hour
we admit defeat in your degree
you have clouded our defenses
congratulations, babylon
you're a great *****

there was a light in her.

distant, but ******* BRIGHT.

so i followed it.
it was like a rainbow - the further i traveled, the farther it got.

but i was determined.
and so was she.

when i finally reached its end,
i was met by a man who claimed to be her current paramour.

i sought answers,
he exclaimed, "STRING HIM UP!!!"

4 others came out of the bushes
and grabbed my limbs,
but i fought hard.

i fought SO ******* hard!...

but they got the best of me,
empowered by her smiles from the balcony.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??", i pleaded.

but i knew the answer.

i snored,
or looked at someone.

it was all in such a haze...

they carried out a case of empty wine bottles.

and smashed them.

threw the shards at my eyes,
and mouth.

then they started stringing me up.

the cross was made out of ex-lovers.

and every nail that went in,
as much as it pained me,
killed one of them.